Her voice was soft, almost distant. I could tell that the topic of our father was a painful one for her and I hated pushing those buttons, but I really needed to know more about the man who had given me life.
"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable to talk about," I said after a few seconds of silence.
"No, it's okay," she sighed. "It's painful to think about him, but I at least have those memories. I can't imagine what you're feeling."
She stepped closer to me and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I encircled her slim waist and pulled her against my body, then immediately felt horrible for enjoying the feel of her body against mine. The hug only lasted a few seconds, but it had much more feeling and emotion behind it than any sign of affection I'd received from any gir
