Father, Please.
I don’t get to finish the statement, his palm slapped across my mouth.
His eyes were dark, I smirk from behind his palm,
“Don’t complete that.” he says looking down at the growing boner.
I gently pry off his hand,
“Asides smudging my gloss, your hand on my mouth would have worsened the situation, don’t you think?”
He groans again, this time rubs his face with both palms. Trying to get rid of the boner telepathically I guess.
“Think of your father.” I say and at the mention of his father, the boner came crumbling.