Kylie
Another text comes through, and my heart flies at it. I crave his words, this contact, even though I shouldn’t. I walked away, I made the choice, and now I’ve agreed to a date. Isn’t that serious? Why did I send those pictures and the video? I was missing him, that was for sure, and I wanted to tease him.
I wanted to know he was still thinking of me, still craving me the way I was him. Hell, I even changed his name to Daddy in my phone. Now I’m lying in fluffy pajamas, watching some sappy love film, and missing the way his arms felt around me. His lips ghosting across my cheek and head. Missing the safety and happiness I found with him.
Daddy: Don’t forget to eat.
Shit, how does he know I haven’t?
Angel: And if I don’t?
Daddy: Then tomorrow, at the restaurant, I will bend you
