“He did.” And not because I wanted him to. He just showed up one day, flowers in hand and apologies for any misunderstandings falling from his lips. That was really the only clue I had that Dad really did talk to him. “At first, it was like how he used to be. He’d shower me with gifts and take me out.”
“But…”
“Yeah. But. He started feeling me up more. Kissing me more, and never when I actually wanted him to. I’d get so embarrassed the way he’d fawn all over me in public. Then one day, he picked me up from school, took me to his place, and locked the door. Said it was time for me to stop teasing him and give him what he wants.”
I feel Demyen’s arm tense around me. It’s sweet. I press my face to his warm, bare chest just to breathe him in and remind myself I’m here, with him. Martin is so
