Wanting Daddy
Leah seemed to hesitate for a moment before shaking her head in negation, “No, let's just go. I will send him a text.”
“Okay then.”
And with that, she typed something on her phone, “Done.”
Thereafter, she slotted the phone into the pocket on her denim gown.
I was completely shocked out of my mind when we encountered Kylie on our walk.
She was standing outside a cozy-looking hut, and for the first time since I've known her, she wasn't scantily dressed.
Kylie was wearing a simple pair of joggers with a faded t-shirt.
“If it isn't that bitch,” Leah muttered beneath her breath, as the distance between us and Kylie shortened.
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