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ONE
I SPEND the rest of the afternoon cooking up the perfect plan to make Preston think of me as a beautiful and irresistible woman. A lot has changed since that awkward time he saved me from Tom, or the time he had yelled at some kids who made fun of my braces. There were countless times Preston came to my rescue, including the time I almost drowned in the pool. He had made it his mission to teach me how to swim. But–
I’m not that little girl. I’ve been in at least one relationship… Well, only one relationship. It counts. Though, surprisingly, my first boyfriend was Tom. I just turned fifteen and Tom had long learned his lesson to never talk ill of me again. He actually complimented both my hair and my dress during my birthday party. He also asked for a dance, and I let him hold my waist while we swayed playfully to the music. A month later, Tom had asked me out, and I had said yes. I even let him kiss me. I was so excited to have my first boyfriend.
The same Tom that used to think that my pigtails were ugly treated me as if I was everything to him. He got jealous whenever other boys talked to me, and he loved it whenever I ran my fingers through his hair or wrapped my arms around him while we kissed.
“You are so beautiful and sexy,” he would tell me all the time. When I reminded him that he once said no boy would ever want me, he blushed. “I liked you since the first day I noticed your pigtails. I just didn’t know how to process my emotions, I guess.” He admitted.
My first time would have been with Tom, but he soon moved out of town with his parents. We had decided the long-distance thing wasn’t a good idea, especially since I didn’t have a phone yet. I haven’t heard or seen him in years. My first and last boyfriend.
I sigh, coming to a realization. I’m an inexperienced virgin. How was I going to seduce Preston without any prior skills? I bit my bottom lip. All I can do is go along with my plan and the first step is a trip to the mall.
After all my classes ended, I hurried home to dip into my savings and left as quickly as I had come in. At the mall, I bought three new dresses. Because Preston is visiting my dad, as per usual, it’ll be nearly impossible to have him to myself. But all I need is his focus. Daddy will be my wingman without even realizing it. It won’t be weird if I ask both of them for their opinions.
Daddy hasn’t really concentrated on me ever since Mom died nearly fifteen years ago. He had always tried to find another woman to love, but what he feels for them never last. After a while, the relationship crumbles, and he goes out to love someone else. This has often made him unavailable around the house, except for when Preston visits. It was one of the reasons I loved seeing Preston come around. He gave me the attention that Daddy stopped giving to me as a toddler. Preston was like my second daddy. He was around so often I used call him Daddy, too. I guess I grew out of that when he stopped letting me sit on his lap.
***
I’m at home and standing in front of a mirror in my room now, admiring my petite body in matching bra and panties. I remember how Tom always told me I’m the most beautiful girl ever, but I wonder how many of such women Preston has seen. How many women has he been with? I know he has been divorced for over ten years and doesn’t have any kids, but I wonder if he sleeps with various women after work? I assume he could actually have any woman he wants because of the kind of man he is – handsome, obstinate, and dominant.
I wrap my arms around my naked body as a feeling of want courses through me. My breasts suddenly tingle in anticipation as the ball in my throat settles. To distract myself from my desires, I stare at my reflection in the mirror again, focusing on my peach-shaped breasts before looking over my flat tummy. Naturally, I turn my hips to the side, and admire my round and generous butt. Preston would love a handful of these, right? I chuckle to myself, there’s enough to go around. I wonder if Preston ever notices how curvy I am.
“I don’t think he even notices I’m in a room with him,” I mutter under my breath. “He just looks at me and sees his best friend’s daughter – nothing more.”
I whisper those words to myself every day, and yet, the feelings that I have grown for Preston never change. In fact, more than ever, I am determined to do whatever it takes to make him drawn to me.
I’m doubting whether my plan is good enough when I hear a car stop in front of the house. My heart pounds against my chest. He’s here. I don’t have time. I don’t even need to look out the window to know it’s Preston. The familiar hum of his old car was telling. Quickly, I stare at the dresses I had bought on the bed and chose to leave them for later – at least until I had convinced Preston and Daddy to watch me try each one on. This is how I’m going to get Preston’s attention. A fashion show. I chose something common for me to wear around the house: a crop top and some leggings.
I left the room and hopped down the stairs. In the kitchen is Preston already sitting adjacent to my dad, laughing at a joke he had just made. I cross the small hallway.
TWO
“Hello,” I sing at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Rose! Preston is here. I know how much you like having him around.” Daddy announces. Is it his mission to embarrass me at any chance he gets?
“Hey, Rose.” Preston says nonchalantly. He’s smiling at me.
“Hi, Profess– Uhm, sorry.” I correct myself, “Hi, Preston.”
Daddy laughs. “I see you haven’t gotten used to interacting informally with him in the house.” He says that every single time I mistakenly called Preston Professor Quinn. Daddy’s got it all wrong. It’s the formality I have to put up with in school that’s messing things up at home.
I start to pout. Can you blame me for getting tongue twisted? It’s been so long since Preston visited. It’s been months when it used to be every week.
“Grab us some beers in the fridge, will you?” Daddy asks me.
I nod with frustration. That quickly went away as I noticed Preston still smiling at me. It brought nostalgia of the good old days. I miss hanging out with him. I wish I could sit on his lap like I did when I was younger.
Feeling motivated I hurry over to the fridge. I look inside to find the beers and grab two when I do. I turn to walk over to the table and catch Preston looking away from me and over to Daddy. Did he think I didn’t notice? His eyes were looking much lower than where my head was. The only thing he could’ve been looking at were my legs. I glance behind me to see if maybe there was something there. I didn’t see anything. So, it has to be me, right?
“So, how’s college teaching going, Professor?” Daddy asks Preston, teasing him as I set the two beers in front of them.
I twiddle with the collar of my shirt as I stare closely at my beloved crush.
“G—Good,” Preston remarks. “It’s a new session, and as usual, there are freshmen that ought to be reminded that their future now lies in their hands.”
Daddy holds his beer in one hand and motions the other over top, as if he’s popping the cap. He wants me to go and fetch him the bottle opener, so I go to the drawer of utensils. “Enough about the kids.” Daddy tells Preston. “What about your future? Has any co-professor caught your interest yet?”
Preston flickers at me before returning his attention to Daddy. He chuckles convincingly enough for his best friend, but I can tell he’s uncomfortable. “David, you’re daughter’s here. Why don’t we talk about this later?”
What? He thinks I’m too young to hear about his love life?
Daddy scoffs, “What do you mean? It’s just Rose.” He looks over his shoulder and snaps, “Rose! Where’s the bottle opener?”
I trot over to him. “It’s right here, Daddy.”
Daddy takes the bottle opener and pulls the cap off before passing it to Preston. He takes a gulp of beer and continues to press his friend’s love life. “What about Miss Professor Winkler, huh?”
My psychology professor?
Daddy gulps another thing of beer as he rolls into laughter. “Those sweet, sweet hips. Mh.” Another sip goes down his throat, and with a slant in his lips, Daddy continues. “I would love to see what that fatty looks like underneath that pencil skirt. I know you’ve had the same thoughts. Wouldn’t be a man if you didn’t.”
Daddy’s right. Even the boys my age fawn all over her. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, even in what looks like her 30s or 40s. It’s also evident she works out as her body is nice and tight in all of the right places. She has both young and grown men drooling over her, including my father. What if Daddy and Preston have the same taste in women? I mean they’re best friends after all.
No! I don’t want him to like her! I clamp the cloth of my shirt and listen intently, hoping that Preston won’t say there’s another woman in his life. I’m holding my breath as it takes quite a few seconds before I hear him speak.
Preston takes a long drag of his beer. I watch the bubbly liquid fall past his Adam’s apple and wait impatiently for him to deny everything.
“I don’t think so, David,” he answers, calling Daddy by his first name. “I’m not interested.” He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure she’s engaged, if not already married.”
Yes! That’s right! She’s engaged. How could I have forgotten? She always has that giant diamond on finger. I’ve even witnessed her warding off men with it!
“Too bad. I would’ve loved to hit.” Daddy replies. “You really need yourself a girl. Any girl to, y’know, loosen you up.”
Preston flicks both his brows up, “I’m loosened plenty.”
The growing grin on my face is replaced for confusion. What does Preston mean by that?
“Oh, you fucking fapper!” The kitchen fills with Daddy’s laughter as he continues to tease his friend.
Preston simply shakes his head with disdain and says nothing that helps elude at what their talking about. Why is Daddy laughing so hard? What is a fapper? I don’t get it. Does Preston have a woman or not?
It’s getting harder to disguise my growing frown as I’m left out of this conversation. And I know better than to ask. They continue to joke as I stick out like a sore thumb.
As Daddy calms down, he notices me still standing beside him. “Why are you still here, dear? We don’t need you for anything else.”
“Daddy?” I whisper.
“What?” he frowns. “What is it?”
“I was hoping you could tell me if the dresses I just got from the mall fit me perfectly.”
He frowns even more, “What dresses?”
“I just bought some. Will you let me wear them and show them to you?”
“Now?”
“Yes,” I shrug. “I could try each one out and come downstairs to show you and Preston. If you both like them on me, it means everyone else will.” I directly face Preston. “Please.” I beg, looking straight into his green eye.
His eyes lock with mine and soon flickers around the room. “Uh, I don’t think I should be the one to decide that, sweetheart.”
I fawn. I love it when he calls me that. “Please, Preston.” I beg further. “It’s really important what you think of me.”
His eyes linger back onto mine. My brows are crinkled down the center and my lips barely make out a pout, though I’m earnestly hoping he says I can.
Just when I think he’s going to say no, he looks down at his beer. “If your Dad’s okay with it, then . . . it’s, uhm, okay with me.”
It takes everything in me not to squeal. “Daddy?” I ask, hoping that he agrees. This is my chance!
He shrugs, “Whatever,” and sips more of his beer. “Just hurry up.”
I gleam from ear to ear and nearly run to the stairs, but I don’t. Preston was looking at my legs earlier. If I’m right, I want to give him another chance to trail the length of my legs. Hopefully, with the leggings hugging my thick thighs and butt, he won’t be able to take his eyes off of them. I’m also not wearing a bra underneath my crop top either. God, I hope he noticed and really likes what he saw. If he does, he could be stealing glances at me right now, but I won’t dare to look back and see.
THREE
I’m finally out of the kitchen and working my way up the stairs. Everything I want is slowly coming true. I slam my bedroom door shut and place my back against the door. Suddenly, I’m starting to worry that these outfits may be a little too sexy. Have I gone too far with this plan? Am I really going to do this?
I stand in front of the mirror and make eye contact with myself, “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not going to back out now, are you?” He is down there, waiting for you.” I was talking to myself, but the emphasis in that last word made my heart drop. I took a breath. “He also noticed you in your tight leggings and could barely take his eyes off you.” We’re grown. There’s no need to be scared. I took another breath. I need to gather my nerves and work these outfits like I’m the sexiest little thing that Preston will ever see!
I pull off my crop top and leggings within seconds. Quickly, I slip on the first dress. It is a blue maxi gown that hugs my upper body tightly and loosely flows down my legs to the floor. The reflection that I see in the mirror looks like a different woman. I feel sexy.
Whirling around, I see why I had bought the dress in the first place. Although it is loose, the material flattens against my body smoothly, slightly revealing the curves of my hips and butt. In front of the mirror, I whirl around. The fabric follows motion beneath my bare arms. As the blue fabric slows to a halt at my feet, my eyes trail over my visibly slender shoulders. My cleavage is visible in this V-neck, but not skimpy. It’s tasteful.
Exhaling deeply, I step away from the mirror. I make my way back to the kitchen before I decide to change my mind. On my way down the stairs, I hear Daddy chattering away. Preston is the first to notice me at the bottom of the steps. I cross the hallway and into the kitchen. I slowly walk to the center of the room, beaming happily as I hold a part of my dress up.
“What do you think?” I ask, whirling around for them. A tingle runs up my spine as I feel slightly nervous.
Neither one of them says anything. Preston looks to Daddy, and Daddy’s just staring at me in the dress.
My smile dissipates as the room lingers in silence. I’m beginning to think this is a terrible idea.
“It—it’s beautiful,” Preston says. It was so like him to come and rescue me in any situation, even from silence.
I wonder if he said that out of obligation of my feelings, “You guys are very quiet. Do you really mean that?”
“Of course, dear.” He brows crinkled down the center. He’s serious. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”
My lips beamed with a smile again, “Me or the dress?” I tease, refusing to take my eyes off him.
He chooses not to respond to that. Instead, he looks over to his best friend.
“Daddy?” I ask, turning to face him, too.
“I—I think it’s beautiful,” Daddy says. “You’re gorgeous, too. It—the dress reminds me so much of your mother.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard daddy speak with such emotion. I smile at his stunned reaction. “She used to wear dresses like this one?”
Daddy nods, and he’s not looking at me anymore. “All the time.” With that nostalgic expression on his face, it seems like I’m reminding him of moments he had shared with Mum. He raises his head and looks to Preston. “Remember when we attended your cousin’s wedding? She was wearing a dress just like that one, but pastel green.” He pauses, roaming through the pit of memories he’s kept locked away for years. “Her favorite color.” Daddy says nothing more and sips his beer.
Preston nods in agreement with his eyes still on me in this dress.
I’m blushing. Wow. I look like Mum. I vaguely remember her as a child, but I still have her pictures. She was absolutely beautiful and they’re saying I look like her. I look like a beautiful woman in their eyes. In Preston’s eyes. “I—I’m going to change into the second dress now,” I say, taking the opportunity of a great moment to change into the other outfit.
I hurry out of the kitchen and into my bedroom.
With the maxi gown laid out on my bed, I slip into a tight monochrome dress. I gave them my daytime look. It was time to see what they thought of my night look. The dress is ruby red and pops perfectly against my dark skin. The fabric hangs off of one shoulder in a long, loose sleeve and cuffs at my wrist. From there, it slants across my chest and wraps beneath my other arm, leaving it bare to the eyes. My collar bone is prominent and feminine against my painted fingernails. The beauty stops several inches above the knees, and to the left, is a slit high enough to inspire one’s imagination. It stops just beneath the crease of my hip.
I smirk in the mirror with the boost of confidence I had just received a couple minutes ago. Scandalous.
I slip on some black, red bottom stilettos and work my way downstairs. With a devious curve in my lips, I step confidently into the kitchen. I stare intently into Preston’s eyes as they widen with surprise. I only look away to twirl before him.
“What do you think about this one?” Slowly, I return my attention to Preston. I ask no one in particular but am obviously anticipating a response from my one and only.
Both men in the house are as silent as a moth. I didn’t care to see my father’s expression, though I couldn’t help but chuckle at their silent responses this time.
“Preston?” I ask, hiding my true intentions. Am I desirable to you, yet?
Preston is unaware that his bottle of beer is empty. He tries to sip from it again to hide his anxiety but ends up gulping only his spit.
“Is it terrible?” I ask, clasping my hands in front me. I have these stiletto heels on. I should be irresistible standing in front of him. I shyly bend one knee toward the other as I eagerly wait. I can only know for sure how he feels from his response.
“It isn’t.” Preston eventually whispers. He sets his bottle on the table and looks warily around as if he would like to have another bottle.
“Would you like me to get another bottle of beer for you?” I ask, stealing a glance at my daddy. Who is refusing to even look at me now. His bottle of beer looks empty as well.
Preston is the one that nods to my question, and just to hear him talk, I fold my arms and feign anger at him. “Why isn’t anyone talking about the second dress?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I hear Preston speak under his breath.
“What is?” I insist. The only thing obvious is how uncomfortable Preston is. Is that a good thing?
I watch him shift on the chair. “It’s a really nice dress, dear. It would be perfect for any dinner date you might have coming up. Any guy would be lucky to take you out.” He frowns, but I don’t understand why. “You’re perfect, Rose.”
Blood rushes to my face in a sudden wave of heat as I take in the compliment. “Did . . . What did you say?”
Preston looks at me with what seems like a glare, “You’re perfect, Rose.” He reiterates with cert, a warm smile glazing his lips.
“Yeah,” Daddy clears his throat, “What he said. I-I don’t want to look at you in that stuff. Hurry and grab us the beers before you go change out of that.”
Preston has his head down, but his green eyes are watching me. Again, he frowns, looking at me in a way I’ve never seen him look before. He isn’t fretting like before. He’s watching me with purpose. I follow his eyes as they slowly roam down the length my dress. They stop at my thigh high slit. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. He looks angry and there doesn’t seem to be any desire in his eyes. Not that I can properly tell. I gulp and shake my head slightly. Don’t be nervous, I warned myself. This is the same man who’s always protected you when something went wrong. He was a father to you when your real one wasn’t. He also thinks we’re perfect . . .
Perfect. My breath hitches.
“Rose! The beers!”
I break away from my gaze, “Yes, Daddy!” and hurry over to the fridge. I swing the door open and appreciate the cool air on my face. Bending slightly, I search the shelves, but not really because I know exactly where the beers are. I’m stalling, and I’m curious if he’s stealing glances at my legs again. The heels make my calves appear slender and toned. Unlike before, I dare to look back and catch him staring at my legs with the same dark expression.
As soon as I had peeked over my shoulder, Preston’s eyes quickly moved from legs to my eyes. Along with my heart, my clit tingles. He wasn’t relenting like when I wore those leggings. Instead, I am the one who turns away. God. What is happening?
I finally fetch the two beers in the fridge and place them on the table. I go to pick up their empty bottles on reflex, as I’ve always done for Daddy. I avoid Preston’s pressing gaze, too.
I set the empty bottles into the recycling and walk back to the table. “I . . . I have one more outfit to try on.” I announce to the ceiling, “I’ll be right back,” and nearly run to the stairs, listening to the click-clack of my heels.
FOUR
THE DAY is slowly coming to an end as there are no rays of sun light filtering into my room. Just the streetlight behind my half-shut curtains and the small lamp lit my room with warm, yellow tints.
“You’re perfect, Rose.” I blush at his words, as I strip myself naked, pretending that the man of my dreams is standing right in my bedroom. His dreamy eyes looked over my body, threatening to steal me away and take me to his home. His beautiful eyes glaring down at me.
My imagination fades from my last thought, as I turn to my last dress laid out on the bed. I must’ve mistaken his expression earlier. Preston has never glared at me. His eyes have always showed compassion and concern. He was such a caring man, and I really wanted to fill his mind with dirty thoughts of me.
I pick up the dress, which barely had any fabric to it. It was a lot more than a little promiscuous. It’s the perfect cherry on top to my fashion show. This shoulder less piece boasts with large rhombus-like shapes and tropical shades of pink, blue and yellow. As I intended, the colors popped greatly from my chocolate skin.
Similar to the second dress I had tried on, this one had two thigh slits—one on either side of my hips. The dress was also shorter as it stops just beneath my ass. Because of the two slits, it was as if I had this little panel of cloth covering my lady bit. If I were walking out in public with heavy winds, my thong would surely flash some stranger on the street. I stand in front of the mirror, lifting the little panel to see exactly what that would like.
Sexy, I giggle to myself. I quickly slip into a pair of black stilettos, wrap the lace straps over my ankles four times, mimicking the rhombus shapes from my dress on my legs. I tie two single bows just behind my calves to finish the look. Let’s go see how my professor reacts.
Riding my wave of confidence, I strut down the stairs, hoping to see Preston’s gaze sliding up my long legs as I descend further. As I reach the bottom and look into the kitchen, I find it empty. There was a single bottle of unfinished beer on the table. I assume it’s Preston’s since Daddy guzzles beer like its juice. Never wastes a single drop. I step out of the kitchen and into the hallway, turning left into the living room. I find the TV off and neither of the two men. Where could they be?
I walk down the other side of the hallway where the guest bed and bathroom are and only stop when I see someone coming out of the bathroom. It’s Preston. He is alone.
“There you are,” I whisper to myself before making my way toward him. Daddy probably went upstairs to his room. Why? Was Preston about ready to leave? He hasn’t even stayed an hour.
I quietly make it toward Preston, taking in the sway of his broad shoulders. He shuts the bathroom door and opens the cap on a bottle of water. “Preston?” I ask, making my voice soft and velvety. “Are you leaving?”
He turns in the hallway, raising his bottle to his mouth for another swallow. As he sees me, his eyes washing over me, he chokes on the water.
I rush over to him. “Are you okay?” I ask, but he’s still chocking on water.
The liquid had spilled all over his black shirt. I checked to see if anything had spilled onto his jeans, and luckily it hadn’t.
Shoot! I shouldn’t have come up so quietly. I must’ve scared him. I hurriedly opened the bathroom door and grabbed the hand towel from the hook. Preston’s face is contorted, and his eyes are bulging as I watch him wipe the remaining liquids from the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand. I bite my lip, hoping he isn’t too upset with me. I begin to wipe the water from his chest with the cloth.
Preston shoves my hand. “Get away from me, Rose.” He turns away.
I hear him take a deep breath, before I grab ahold of his muscular arm and turn him back to me. I bring the towel to his chest and continue wiping. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I really didn’t.” I try to convince him. “I promise I’ll get this water out.”
“Stop.” He shoves my hand again and fall a few steps back from the force. “Go upstairs and put some clothes on.”
I don’t listen. I move closer to him and keep wiping.
“Rose!” He calls my name with frustration, making me jolt.
I feel the pressing gaze of my daddy’s best friend, but I don’t dare to look at him as its clear to me now that he’s upset. I feel terrible and try to wipe his shirt a little faster, but the water still isn’t drying out. So much for the cherry on top. This towel is useless!
I listen to his breath grow huff and heavy. To my disdain, water further drenches his shirt and wets my dress when Preston abruptly crushes the bottle of water. He chucks the piece of plastic behind him on the floor.
“Ah!” I yelp when he grabs me tightly by the wrist. “Ow, Preston—” I drop the towel as I didn’t have the strength when he held me like this. His hand presses against my hip as he pushes me. My back hits the wall and he pins my arm above, slamming his knuckles into the wall. His large body hovers over mine, and I flinch when he speaks.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice deepens and warms my entire body.
I say nothing, as I watch over his dark expression, inches from my face. This was all new. I’ve never seen him like this. “Y-you’re hurting me.”
“Why are you wearing this in front of me?” he asks, waiting for me to answer through the silence.
“I—” The sentence doesn’t form when I feel Preston’s hand roam down the length of my free arm, his fingertips grazing my hand before they fall to my thigh.
“Rose,” his lips graze my ear as he whispers into it, sending shivers throughout my body. “How many men have seen this much of you?” His fingers slide further up and circles between the opening of my thigh slit, seeming to know I’ve got nothing but a thong and a flap of cloth to protect me. “You shouldn’t be dressed like this.” He warns, finally moving my other arm above my head, pinning both my wrists together. I’m stuck as his hand roams back down the length of my arms again, this time stroking the curve in my side and the bump in my hip.
He groans, and it rumbles through my ear for the first time. I gasp, my body reacting and encoding every single touch. “Rose,” he calls, just as I’ve envisioned him doing so in all those fantasies. It’s what I wanted. But… this is different from what I imagined. The energy is different. It’s not the same. It isn’t what I expected it to be.
“Is this what you want? Is this how you want men to treat you?” Preston’s breath tickles my neck, and I gasp once more as his fingers trail to the back of my thigh. “Like a slut?”
My heart sinks. I lose my breath as his hand continues to venture up the back of my thigh. They’ve stopped only beneath the hem of my dress, provoking the line that would change our relationship forever.
I stare at the ceiling. My body is enticed by everything that is Preston Quinn, yet fear seems to overwhelm my mind. I’m all mixed up, because I know what he really thinks of me. The words reiterate in my head and I begin to shake. A slut. Tears well in my eyes.
Preston must’ve noticed the shift in my response because, his hands stop roaming my body. He pulls away only enough to look at my face.
I’m too ashamed to face him. I turn away.
Preston releases my wrist, leaving indentations I didn’t have to see to know was there. He hurls himself away from me and slams his back against the other wall. All I can hear is his heavy breathing as I contain the whimpers that try to escape my lips. A slut. I refuse to look him in the eyes. I’m dirty. Insecurity overwhelms me as I move my arms across my chest. I don’t want him to see me like this anymore—not if it’s going to make him mad at me.
“Dammit!” he curses, something I rarely heard him do. The last time was when he made Tom apologize to me. He doesn’t say another word for a while. I take a quick glance at him and his back is now turned toward me. He seems frozen. The usually unflappable professor is speechless, and not in the way I was hoping for. He mumbles aggressively to himself and immediately punches the wall.
I scream as his fist sinks a hole into the wall. Pieces of drywall fall onto the floor as he pulls out his fist covered in sheet rock and blood. I can only see the outline of his back and the tension in his arms, yet he looks lost. I want to help him, want to comfort him, and pull him into my arms, but I know that’s the last thing he needs. He doesn’t want to be near me or touch me, or even see me at this point. I’m so stupid.
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