Dripping with sweat, I took the lift up to our apartment, dying to get in the shower.
I'd missed my morning run for the last two days and was determined to get out today, so had done the length of the prom four times, on what had turned out to be an exceptionally hot morning, hence me being drenched in sweat.
There was the obvious attraction of s*x if I'd stayed in bed, but Dad hadn't tried to stop me, knowing that my running was important to me.
He was up and about when I went in, wearing just his underwear, organising breakfast in the kitchen area.
"Good run?"
"Yep, but far too hot. Just going to hit the shower."
He was busy at the sink, so just raised a hand as I passed, to let me know that he'd heard.
I stripped off, dropping my sweaty clothes on the bathroom floor and stepped u
