All yours Daddy.
Nuella sat on the stool at the bar center of Mr Devine’s house. Her hands rested on the counter while her eyes rested on the heavy-course meal that she desired. Mr Devine.
Since he pulled her out of the hug, he had not stared at her with those longing eyes and that had her thoughts conflicting.
She ran her hand over her lower lips, with even more conflicting thoughts. Was he avoiding her? Did he just pull her into that hug because she appeared needy of it? Last night she remembered all the words he said to her. Words like he would not stop touching her. Did he mean those words? Or they were just devised mechanisms to make her feel desired.
She got down from the stool and took a step closer. Without all decency ridden, she closed the space between them, by hugging h
