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He let go of my hands and put his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I buried my face into his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist to keep him right there. I didn’t want to let go.

He kissed the top of my head, then rested his chin on it while he rubbed my back with his hands. “Please don’t be mad at me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not mad,” I assured him.

We stood there for a while, and I didn’t want this moment to end. If I could, I would’ve stayed like this forever, but that wasn’t possible. However, I could take advantage of this moment.

My body was pressed against his, and I moved my right hand between us, pushing it down along his stomach until I cupped his cock over his pants.

Dad sucked in a breath, but he didn’t push me away this time.

Instead, his hands moved down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it gently while he buried his face into the crook of my neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered.

His cock was throbbing, and he pressed himself more into the palm of my hand.

“I know. But it feels right.”

His hands gripped my ass again, and he held me tightly against his body, not letting go of me. “Fuck, it does.”

I continued to rub his cock, feeling it harden under my touch, but as much as we were enjoying this, we had to stop before we got caught. For now, that was enough for me. I could go another few hours without touching him this way.

But I knew once we were apart tonight, I would miss him.

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“This truly can’t become a habit,” Mom said, shooting us a serious glance. “We can’t eat burger and steak every night. It’s not healthy.”

“There are healthy options on the menu,” the waitress, Yulia, said. She had just brought us our food.

Mom looked up at her. “Thank you, Yulia, but this is a conversation I would like to keep between my family and me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry, Ma’am. Enjoy your dinner.” She smiled at us apologetically, and I wished I could’ve told her not to worry about the way Mom reacted to her statement. She could be a bitch sometimes.

“You didn’t have to be rude to her,” Ronan told her with a frown.

Mom glared at him, and the grip around her knife and fork tightened. “I was simply letting her know that I don’t need her input in my family’s business. And, again, this will not become a habit. We can come here on the weekends, but during the week, we’ll eat our own food.”

I started to eat my steak, not wanting to argue with Mom. In this state, her behavior could change at any second, and if that happened, I didn’t want to be in the middle of it.

“I’ll have to go to the store tomorrow morning then,” Dad said, smiling at Mom.

“Can I come with you?” I asked, looking at him with excitement. “Please?”

“I can go alone.”

There it was again.

The pushing.

“You should let her go with you, Reid,” Mom told him.

“Fine.” Dad really didn’t want to argue tonight.

I grinned happily and continued to devour the steak and potato wedges I ordered. I would manage going days without eating here, but I sure as hell was already excited to come again at the weekend.

Ronan couldn’t let Mom’s comment toward Yulia go. He kept on arguing with her, saying that she could’ve been nicer, but Mom didn’t think she had been rude. Something was off between them. Normally, Ronan and Mom were like best friends. They never argued, never raised their voices, and it was always them who could talk about a topic they disagreed about, and still end up laughing and joking with each other.

They listened to one another, but tonight, they were constantly interrupting each other.

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