Daddies Taste Better
he asked, voice low but edged with sudden concern.
I swallowed again, trying to clear the strange sensation in my throat. “I… I swallowed something hard,” I said, my brow still furrowed as I stared at the remaining piece of bread in my hand. “It wasn’t the crust. It felt like… metal or something. Weird.”
The color drained from his face so fast I almost thought I’d imagined it. Gage went pale, his eyes widening as he stared at the bread tray.
His hand left my shoulder and he reached for the remaining pieces, pressing them between his fingers with frantic urgency, crumbling the soft interior in search of whatever I’d swallowed. His breathing picked up, shallow and quick, and the guilt and pani