Her legs wrap around me as though driven by instinct, which makes sense.
That’s all we are now, stripped of our ability to think clearly, stripped of any doubt…though we both know, deep down, there should be doubt.
We both know what we’re risking by letting ourselves go like this.
That isn’t true, and I realize it a moment later.
Iknow what I’m risking because I understand what this is, and where this leads.
To our happily ever forever.
But what if she thinks this is just a fling, a casual encounter?
Not what if.
That’s almost a guarantee compared with her thinking what I am.
But the kiss is all that matters. The texture of her lips, the moaning sound she makes as our tongues find each other.
She digs her fingernails even firmer into my arms, and then the unthinkable happens.
Lola’s voice comes to us from the next room, echoing through the warehouse. “Dad? Faye?”
We step away from each other quickly.
Pain strikes through me, pain that feels real, physical.
“Hello?”
“What do we do?” Faye hisses.
Don’t make me do this, I think, but there’s nobody to direct that plea at.
Except myself.
“Wait here,” I say, my mouth dry, my emotions flipping over and over, crashing, spinning again.
What the hell have we done?
The worst part is I want to kiss Faye again, even when I can hear Lola walking around the warehouse.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll get dressed.”
Don’t you fucking dare, I almost snap. I want you naked as you promised. I want to see that soaked innocent pussy without your panties, see how shiny your lips are for me, your thick thighs.
“Good idea.” I force the words out. “I’ll go and….”
Distract my daughter to give Faye time to get dressed.
Try to make believe this isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever done.
I turn away, brushing down my clothes, hating that I have to do this.
And yet knowing I could never regret that kiss.