MY BEST FRIEND’S FATHER PT 2
The rest of the summer became a game of temptation and stolen moments. Maeve and Declan fought the pull during the day. They sat on the porch in the afternoons while Lily read magazines nearby. Declan helped Maeve with her college reading. Their legs brushed under the table. The contact sent warmth up her thigh. She shifted closer on purpose. His voice stayed steady as he explained a passage, but his hand rested near hers on the bench.
Maeve teased him back. She wore tiny shorts around the house. The fabric rode up when she reached for glasses in the kitchen. She brushed against him while he cooked. Her hip pressed into his side. The air always crackled with what they couldn’t say out loud. Lily stayed clueless. She talked about boys at school and planned lak
