I bent down to open his pants, only to realize he had never closed them. Greedily, I dropped to my knees. “How about we get you off instead?”
I didn’t give him a chance to answer. The grip on my hair was answer enough though. I was pretty sure I would have beat the elevator, but he was trying to draw it out for some reason. The doors didn’t open until we finished, or rather, he did. All over my neck.
We didn’t leave his apartment again until Sunday morning.
I entered the nursing home nervously, feeling like I was sneaking back into the house after curfew. Dad laughed when he saw my face.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.” I answered a little too quickly.
“Ya huh. You look like you burned the lasagna again.”
I scowled at him and put my hands on my hips. “That was one time, Daddy!”
We both laughed as I walked over to where he sat on the couch. I hugged him tight.
“You smell like men’s shampoo.”
Oops. I pushed off the couch, creating distance as I went to find the Scrabble board. Dad had fallen in love with the game since he got to the home.
“Yeah, I spent the night at a friend’s place last night and forgot to pack my own soap. He let me borrow his.” Demanded more like it. Dillan got a kick out of me smelling like him.
“A friend, huh? A good friend?” I refused to look at him directly, but I could hear the teasing tone in his voice.
I huffed out a laugh. “Yes, Dad. A good friend.”
“And do we like this friend?”
I dipped my head deeper and blushed. My Dad reached across the coffee table, where I was setting up the board, and patted my hand.
“I’m happy for you, Pixie.” He wasn’t teasing this time. He was being serious.
I lifted my head to make sure, and he seemed genuine. “Thanks, Dad. It’s kind of early still, so I don’t want to get my hopes up yet.”
“If you are using his soap already, I’m guessing hopes have been thrown out the window for both of you. You're past that now.”
My face was inflamed by the time he let us start playing. I pulled out some chicken to thaw while we played. By the time Randy arrived, it was ready to be cooked. Once again, he followed me to the kitchen.
“How’ve you been? I’ve hardly spoken to you all week.”
