There was no mistaking what was likely in my eyes. Hope. Yearning. Need. Love?
"Olivia, if this is some angle so you can get me to tell you about my past—" he said sternly, his face hardening, but I cut him off.
"No questions daddy. That's part of the contract, remember? Just show me what it's all about. Just until we get home. Then it can be over. I swear. Show me what love should look like. We'll call it the I love you clause," I said, laying a hand on his cheek, drawing closer to him.
Once more, he became visibly uncomfortable as I advanced on him.
Mr. Inconsequential, what's that look in your eyes? I have never seen it before but I'm in love with it. With us. With this moment. Keep looking, daddy.
"Elaborate. Why the I love you clause?" he said, attempting his signature stoic
