I have been dating Tyler for almost eight months now. He is sweet, funny, and treats me like I am the center of his world. But there is one thing I have never told him. One secret fantasy that creeps into my thoughts when the house is quiet and everyone is asleep. His dad, David.
David is forty-eight. Tall, with broad shoulders that fill out his shirts in a way that makes my stomach flip. Salt-and-pepper hair cut short, always neat. A quiet voice that carries authority without ever needing to be loud. He works construction during the day, so his arms and chest are thick with muscle earned from real labor, not a gym. I have caught myself staring at the way his forearms flex when he carries groceries inside or fixes something around the house. Tyler looks a little like him, but David has t
