Wanting Daddy
He said, both his hands now resting on my waist, leaving mere inches between us, “Hopefully, one day you can open up to me.”
Although I'd long concluded within myself that the day would never come, I still nodded and feigned a smile.
“Me too,” I replied, my stare slipping to the balcony, just as Benjamin was taking his leave.
For an inexplicable reason, I felt a mild sense of despair that our gazes didn't cross.
“I just remembered that I have to get more drinks. It's not easy being on the planning team,” Raymond uttered, steering my attention back to him, “Believe me when I say this, I don't want this sweet moment to ever end.”
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