Daddy's little good bad boy
He chuckled, it sounds familiar, like the guy at the resort that asked me to call him Daddy on the first day of meeting me.
“Life is dangerous, sweetheart.”
That prompts me, I try and swing my legs and confidently as he did, only to end up missing a step, and I teetered at the edge, I reach out to hold unto him, but with a crack of the moonlight, I see him smile at me.
“Sayonara.” He quotes a line from one Japanese movie we started but never finished.
And then, he pushes me.