Page 30 of The First Play

Her tongue, her lips, her body.

Splaying my hand across her back, I drag it up to her shoulders, then back down and around her waist, lifting her against me.

Her little whimper sends sparks of pleasure dancing through me. Her fingers diving into the back of my hair… yeah, I could get used to this.

I could?—

The porch light above us flicks on and off a couple times, and I pull away from her, glancing up at the bulb.

Sienna giggles, resting her forehead against my cheek. “Subtle, Dad.”

I let out a soft laugh, brushing my fingers over her ear. “I guess it’s time for you to go in.”

“Yeah.” She beams up at me. “Thanks for the perfect date.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It’s my turn next time.”

I pause. “Really?”

“Yeah, absolutely. You deserve it.”

Damn, she actually means that.

I kiss her once more, just a light peck to say goodbye.

It takes maximum willpower to let her go.

But I do it before that porch light starts flicking again. I don’t want to get her in trouble. Although, I’m guessing trouble in her house looks very different from mine. Her parents would probably wrap her in a hug and give her some meaningful conversation. Unlike me, who gets barked up to my room, grounded on a whim, and never given the right of rebuttal.

Glancing over my shoulder, I drink her in one last time, grinning when I see her resting against the door with a dreamy smile on her face. Her eyes are closed, and she looks…

Holy shit, she looks euphoric and… what were those other words again?

Rapturous or something?

I stop, turning to face her and taking as many mental snapshots as I can.

It’s not until her eyes flick open that I start to move, walking backward with a triumphant grin on my face.

I can’t help it.

She’s all flustered at being caught swooning over me, and it’s adorable.

“Good night, Sparky.”

“Good night, Hot Lips.” She giggles and disappears through the door before I can even form a comeback.

She better not start calling me that.

I roll my eyes. Who am I kidding? She can call me whatever the fuck she wants. Just as long as she keeps spending time with me…

As long as she keeps fueling this feeling in my chest that I already know will be highly addictive.

“WE FELL IN LOVE”

CHAPTER 11

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