must admit," Cephas replied. My dad lighted off of the counter, armed with a new carton of food and a fresh set of chop sticks.
"Well, I need to do some work, so I'll be in my office if you need anything," my dad warned more than offered. He started down the hall, humming on the way.
"Your dad is cool. I can't believe you were warning me about him," Cephas observed. "Although I can see how protective he is."
"Yeah, he's pretty great, as far as dads go. Was your dad like that?" Cephas looked away, his eyes glazing over with a deep, misty gray.
"I'm sorry, Cephas, you don't — I didn't — "
"No, it's fine," Cephas encouraged. "I just haven't ever talked to anyone about my parents. My dad loved me like he loved nothing else. Well, except for my mother. And my mother — wow, she was great. But my dad was always really busy. He made time for me, though, and I loved hanging out with him when I was a little kid. My hand moved subconsciously to his leg. He looked down at my hand, then into my face. I blushed, realizing the location of my hand.
"You respond really well to people," he said, sniffing and chuckling. "Did your last boyfriend have a tragic life too?"
"No, his life was cake. I just . . . I don't know. I feel — connected to you." I looked away, embarrassed by my forwardness.
“Wait — yo u said last boyfriend. How did you know I broke up with Chase?” I asked, not taking care to mask the shocked undertones in my voice. Cephas grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.
"Come on; I spied a movie in your cabinet that I really want to see." He tugged at my hand and pulled me toward the living room, smiling that smile that was becoming quite familiar. I conceded and followed him as he dragged me toward the movie cabinet. He pulled out a movie, but wouldn't show me the cover. He held onto my hand, keeping me captive as he put the DVD into the system and pushed play. Smiling, he pulled me quickly to the couch, plopping down and pulling me after him. I let out a small scream, covering my mouth in hope my dad didn't hear. I attempted to control the anxious feelings evident in my haphazard yelp, but I was quite unsuccessful as Cephas maneuvered me close to his body . H is arms wrapped around my waist. My nervous breathing ensued and I tried not to breathe in Cephas’ aphrodisiacal cologne. This proved difficult, as I was breathing erratically, thus inhaling his heavenly scent every other second. The movie intro sounded, signaling the start of a familiar film. I forgot about my anxiety for a moment.
"You do not want to watch this," I accused Cephas, looking up at him to keep from disrupting our position.
"Yes, I do!" he countered, a lying smile on his face. "I want to watch your favorite movie!" I paused before responding.
"How do you know it's my favorite?"
"W ell, look how worn the case is. A ny case that looks like that has been either run over by a car or watched a billion times. I just took a wild guess." That sounded like a reasonable conclusion.
“At least you’re observant enough to be a CIA agent,” I commented, trying to ignore his thumbs as they moved along my abdomen, playing along the line of my jeans. We sat in silence, turning back toward t he television to watch the film. H is fingers made a figure - eight around my belly button.
"This is my favorite part!" I whispered to him excitedly. He chuckled.
"Cephas," my dad called from his office. Cephas released me, sitting up rigidly. I shrugged my shoulders and Cephas stood, puzzlement prevalent on his face. He walked up to the door, which hung slightly ajar, and pushed it open, peering inside.
"Come in and shut the door, please," my dad said from his desk. The door quietly clicked into a closed position. What was my dad doing?! The walls were pretty sound proof so I couldn't hear much. I stayed my position on the couch, afraid to get caught listening by the door. They hadn't been in there but a moment when I heard my father's voice raise. He
"Well, I need to do some work, so I'll be in my office if you need anything," my dad warned more than offered. He started down the hall, humming on the way.
"Your dad is cool. I can't believe you were warning me about him," Cephas observed. "Although I can see how protective he is."
"Yeah, he's pretty great, as far as dads go. Was your dad like that?" Cephas looked away, his eyes glazing over with a deep, misty gray.
"I'm sorry, Cephas, you don't — I didn't — "
"No, it's fine," Cephas encouraged. "I just haven't ever talked to anyone about my parents. My dad loved me like he loved nothing else. Well, except for my mother. And my mother — wow, she was great. But my dad was always really busy. He made time for me, though, and I loved hanging out with him when I was a little kid. My hand moved subconsciously to his leg. He looked down at my hand, then into my face. I blushed, realizing the location of my hand.
"You respond really well to people," he said, sniffing and chuckling. "Did your last boyfriend have a tragic life too?"
"No, his life was cake. I just . . . I don't know. I feel — connected to you." I looked away, embarrassed by my forwardness.
“Wait — yo u said last boyfriend. How did you know I broke up with Chase?” I asked, not taking care to mask the shocked undertones in my voice. Cephas grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.
"Come on; I spied a movie in your cabinet that I really want to see." He tugged at my hand and pulled me toward the living room, smiling that smile that was becoming quite familiar. I conceded and followed him as he dragged me toward the movie cabinet. He pulled out a movie, but wouldn't show me the cover. He held onto my hand, keeping me captive as he put the DVD into the system and pushed play. Smiling, he pulled me quickly to the couch, plopping down and pulling me after him. I let out a small scream, covering my mouth in hope my dad didn't hear. I attempted to control the anxious feelings evident in my haphazard yelp, but I was quite unsuccessful as Cephas maneuvered me close to his body . H is arms wrapped around my waist. My nervous breathing ensued and I tried not to breathe in Cephas’ aphrodisiacal cologne. This proved difficult, as I was breathing erratically, thus inhaling his heavenly scent every other second. The movie intro sounded, signaling the start of a familiar film. I forgot about my anxiety for a moment.
"You do not want to watch this," I accused Cephas, looking up at him to keep from disrupting our position.
"Yes, I do!" he countered, a lying smile on his face. "I want to watch your favorite movie!" I paused before responding.
"How do you know it's my favorite?"
"W ell, look how worn the case is. A ny case that looks like that has been either run over by a car or watched a billion times. I just took a wild guess." That sounded like a reasonable conclusion.
“At least you’re observant enough to be a CIA agent,” I commented, trying to ignore his thumbs as they moved along my abdomen, playing along the line of my jeans. We sat in silence, turning back toward t he television to watch the film. H is fingers made a figure - eight around my belly button.
"This is my favorite part!" I whispered to him excitedly. He chuckled.
"Cephas," my dad called from his office. Cephas released me, sitting up rigidly. I shrugged my shoulders and Cephas stood, puzzlement prevalent on his face. He walked up to the door, which hung slightly ajar, and pushed it open, peering inside.
"Come in and shut the door, please," my dad said from his desk. The door quietly clicked into a closed position. What was my dad doing?! The walls were pretty sound proof so I couldn't hear much. I stayed my position on the couch, afraid to get caught listening by the door. They hadn't been in there but a moment when I heard my father's voice raise. He
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