Touch Me, Daddy
Like this morning, for instance, my mind keeps drifting to flushed, weathered cheeks and blue eyes.
Mr. Hampton seemed so sad last night, and I guess Kya must have told him that they can't be together. Listen, Kya and her douchebag of an ex-boyfriend have a heated history. They've been of and off for years, even before Mr. Hampton got himself into Woodstock. My Mom once told me about soulmates who took time to work. Only this time, for Kya's and my sake, I hope they work out for good.
I didn't miss the look in Mr. Hampton's eyes when he saw me coming up the driveway. I saw it. The hunger in his eyes. The longing.