"I f****d up," I admitted. "I should have talked to you about it more, prepared you."
"Daddy?" she said. "Can you show me how a man should kiss a woman?"
"Show you?"
She nodded in the moonlight, looking up at me. "Kiss me."
Was she really asking me to kiss her? Not a fatherly peck on the head, but an actual kiss? Was this why she had staged all of this, to manipulate me into showing her affection, to kissing her, to getting into bed with her?
I did want to kiss her. Not just because she was a beautiful young woman, not because my perverted mind was aroused by her nude body beside me, but because I loved her and she was my daughter.
"Pay attention," I said, bringing my hand around. "A gentleman will signal his desire to kiss you with his hand, with a stroke of your cheek." My palm res
