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I finished my steak and put the knife down, but continuing to eat the potatoes, using the fork in my left hand. Dad was next to me. I knew he was annoyed by the other two, but he kept quiet, not wanting to add any fuel to the fire because that’s what he was good at when he wanted to be.

I placed my hand on his thigh, smiling at him when he glanced at me. I wanted to distract him, to take his mind off the other two arguing, and to remind him of the things we did and said today. In the woods and in the kitchen.

He didn’t push me away this time. No, he even parted his legs wider so his was pressing against mine.

With my hand on his inner thigh, I moved it further up until I was cupping his crotch, and his cock twitched immediately. I started to massage him, squeezing his hardening cock through his pants.

The others weren’t paying attention to us, and they weren’t aware of what was going on under the table. Good, they didn’t have to know.

I continued to touch him while finishing my potatoes, and after putting down my fork, I leaned back to get more comfortable. Dad cleared his throat and placed his left hand on mine, and just when I thought he was going to take it off him, he squeezed it harder, making me tighten my grip on his cock.

A pleased smile tugged at my lips. He was letting me touch him. He wasn’t pushing me away, and he was even encouraging this.

He kept his hand on mine, and I felt his cock harden under my touch. Everything around me disappeared, and all I could focus on was Dad. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to touch him forever. I wanted to keep making him feel good, but I had a feeling that he would soon push me away again.

He had to.

We couldn’t sit here like this forever.

But I wish we could’ve.

And I wished it could’ve been just the two of us.

6

TATE

“You’re creeping me out, Tate. Stop staring like that.”

I was pulled out of my thought by Ronan, and I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting on the bed next to me.

“Like what?”

“You keep staring at the wall and won’t listen to me. I’ve been calling out your name for ten minutes or so.”

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

“About what? Is everything okay?”

I smiled at him and nodded. “Everything’s perfect.”

“Okay. Still…can you stop staring like that?”

I pursed my lips and shrugged. “I can try. It just happens. Sometimes my mind just goes places.”

“I noticed. It’s creepy. Like you’re possessed by some weird demon that isn’t good at its job.”

“Why would a demon be bad at its job?” I asked, frowning at him.

“Jesus, I don’t know, Tate. It was supposed to be a metaphor but I couldn’t come up with a good one.”

I laughed and turned away from him to turn off the light on my nightstand. “I’m going to sleep. You should too.”

“I’m gonna read a few chapters first.”

“Don’t fall asleep with the light on again.”

“I won’t,” he assured me, but he didn’t keep his promise.

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