My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
Weird.
He rarely sends messages, let alone attachments. Probably a mistake, I thought until I opened it.
It wasn’t a mistake.
A full HD picture of the nymph tattoo above his groin filled my screen.
The image was still loading, but I didn’t rush. My gaze lingered on the tattoo, it looked healed now, perfect, meant for my eyes only. “Nymph,” in red italics, a small peach beside it.
I zoomed in, ignoring the rest of the class, every nerve in my body lighting up. Then I scrolled lower.