slept comfortably," Keegan says.
Surprisingly, I don't even remember being uncomfortable, or waking. Which proves the kind of effect his touch has on me. It's like a drug; if they could bottle it up I'd be addicted.
"Actually, I was in someone's death grip all night." I smile.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I can hear the concern in his voice.
"Of course not, I'm just kidding." I almost make the mistake of telling him it felt nice, and beg him to not let go. Thankfully my brain takes over, and I don't.
I sit up and put both my feet on the floor. I smile at him, noticing that he hasn't shaved in a couple days. I've never seen him with stubble before, and I have to look away, imagining what it would feel like across my skin.
"I'm going to start coffee and make breakfast," I tell him as I remove myself from our cozy shelter. We both know that last night's sleeping arrangements aren't permanent. No matter how good it felt to be in his arms.
Walking into the kitchen, my dad is settled at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. There hasn't been a morning that I don't remember him in the same place. He lifts his head above the paper and watches while I start coffee and breakfast.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing. I can't look at my beautiful daughter?"
I shake my head, a little embarrassed at his compliment. I'm not sure I would call myself beautiful just rolling out of bed.
"You have a doctor's appointment this afternoon." Anything to take the attention off me.
"I haven't forgotten, and I'm sure you wouldn't let me anyways."
Keegan walks into the kitchen at that moment, looking perfect and I may hate him a little for it.
"What time?"
"It's at one, but you don't need to come. I know you must need to return your messages."
Yes, I noticed how often you've ignored your text messages and phone calls. You can't ignore them, even if they are from the one person I can't stand .
He looks at me and I can tell he wants to argue.
"Are you sure?" he asks, seeking my approval.
"Of course. We'll be fine." I smile reassuringly.
Keegan walks over and grabs my head with one hand, pulling me in for a kiss. It's an aggressive gesture, yet the action is intimate. I feel the kiss right down to my toes.
"I'm going to call Kaleb; let me know if you need me for anything."
"Okay." I nod.
I watch him walk into the other room and turn the corner, out of my sight.
"Breakfast isn't going to make itself."
I turn quickly, ignoring my dad's comment, and make breakfast.
***
Things remain fairly quiet during the morning. My dad rests while I take care of things around the house and tidy up. Keegan is scarce; whenever we cross paths he's busy on his computer or phone.
I stay out of his way, even though I'm curious about who he's talking to. I know he's been ignoring Gretchen's calls, and I half expect her to show up here to drag him back to her lair. I haven't brushed our conversation about her under the rug, because whenever I think about her being pregnant my stomach drops and I am nauseous.
The doctor's appointment goes well, and I'm relieved that the doctor's outlook on my dad's condition is positive. When we get back home, Keegan's rental car is gone. I'm surprised that he didn't let me know he was leaving. I know he'll be back, since all his things are still here.
I don't have much time to think before there is a knock at the door. Frank, a friend of my father's, has stopped by to see him. Apparently my dad told him that he was going stir crazy with me hovering. They end up chatting and playing cards.
Frank and my dad have been friends for years; they met at the local legion hall. I think with both of them being widowers they found an easy friendship with one another.
I decide to let them catch up and take a drive around town. I grab my dad's car keys and head out. Driving through town, I pass the college and Benjamin's Restaurant. There are a few people milling around town, and some students carrying their backpacks. Growing up in
Surprisingly, I don't even remember being uncomfortable, or waking. Which proves the kind of effect his touch has on me. It's like a drug; if they could bottle it up I'd be addicted.
"Actually, I was in someone's death grip all night." I smile.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I can hear the concern in his voice.
"Of course not, I'm just kidding." I almost make the mistake of telling him it felt nice, and beg him to not let go. Thankfully my brain takes over, and I don't.
I sit up and put both my feet on the floor. I smile at him, noticing that he hasn't shaved in a couple days. I've never seen him with stubble before, and I have to look away, imagining what it would feel like across my skin.
"I'm going to start coffee and make breakfast," I tell him as I remove myself from our cozy shelter. We both know that last night's sleeping arrangements aren't permanent. No matter how good it felt to be in his arms.
Walking into the kitchen, my dad is settled at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. There hasn't been a morning that I don't remember him in the same place. He lifts his head above the paper and watches while I start coffee and breakfast.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing. I can't look at my beautiful daughter?"
I shake my head, a little embarrassed at his compliment. I'm not sure I would call myself beautiful just rolling out of bed.
"You have a doctor's appointment this afternoon." Anything to take the attention off me.
"I haven't forgotten, and I'm sure you wouldn't let me anyways."
Keegan walks into the kitchen at that moment, looking perfect and I may hate him a little for it.
"What time?"
"It's at one, but you don't need to come. I know you must need to return your messages."
Yes, I noticed how often you've ignored your text messages and phone calls. You can't ignore them, even if they are from the one person I can't stand .
He looks at me and I can tell he wants to argue.
"Are you sure?" he asks, seeking my approval.
"Of course. We'll be fine." I smile reassuringly.
Keegan walks over and grabs my head with one hand, pulling me in for a kiss. It's an aggressive gesture, yet the action is intimate. I feel the kiss right down to my toes.
"I'm going to call Kaleb; let me know if you need me for anything."
"Okay." I nod.
I watch him walk into the other room and turn the corner, out of my sight.
"Breakfast isn't going to make itself."
I turn quickly, ignoring my dad's comment, and make breakfast.
***
Things remain fairly quiet during the morning. My dad rests while I take care of things around the house and tidy up. Keegan is scarce; whenever we cross paths he's busy on his computer or phone.
I stay out of his way, even though I'm curious about who he's talking to. I know he's been ignoring Gretchen's calls, and I half expect her to show up here to drag him back to her lair. I haven't brushed our conversation about her under the rug, because whenever I think about her being pregnant my stomach drops and I am nauseous.
The doctor's appointment goes well, and I'm relieved that the doctor's outlook on my dad's condition is positive. When we get back home, Keegan's rental car is gone. I'm surprised that he didn't let me know he was leaving. I know he'll be back, since all his things are still here.
I don't have much time to think before there is a knock at the door. Frank, a friend of my father's, has stopped by to see him. Apparently my dad told him that he was going stir crazy with me hovering. They end up chatting and playing cards.
Frank and my dad have been friends for years; they met at the local legion hall. I think with both of them being widowers they found an easy friendship with one another.
I decide to let them catch up and take a drive around town. I grab my dad's car keys and head out. Driving through town, I pass the college and Benjamin's Restaurant. There are a few people milling around town, and some students carrying their backpacks. Growing up in
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