My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
In that moment I realized that I actually love hearing him laugh.
He leaned back in his chair, still smirking. “Then I guess it’s time we hydrate you.”
My head snapped up. “Them,” I corrected, way too fast. “You mean hydrate them. The viewers. The audience. TikTokland.”
His stare didn’t waver. “I said what I said.”
That slow, confident tone wrapped around me like silk cuffs—and I hated how my stomach flipped over it.
I tried to brush it off. “Well, then maybe we should put a water bottle emoji in the caption. You know, to really drive home the message that this content is… hydrating.”