Daddy, Please Make Me Yours
All that time, he had been holding onto the truth like some arrogant bastard who enjoyed watching people drown in their own humiliation.
I stare at him, my mouth slightly open, my brain completely empty of words.
Nothing comes out.
Not a single coherent thought can make it from my head to my tongue.
Everything has gone from awkward to absolutely, unbearably, completely fucking awkward.
Now I’m just standing here like a statue while my heart slams against my ribs hard enough for me to feel the pulse in my throat, my temples, even the tips of my fingers.
A shiver races from the base of my skull all the way down my spine as embarrassment sinks deep into me, twisting tighter and tighter around m
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