Later that night...
"Hola Papa." I said to my father as I got into the guest room we had prepared for him to stay the night. It was on the same floor as Damien and I and pretty close to his study.
"Hola Miel." He said back, with a grin. He was seated on his bed and most probably about to tuck in for the night but I had to see him before the next morning when we would go our separate ways again.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked as I sat on the bed and brought one of the several pillows to my thighs.
"Of course. Everything's perfect." He said and I smiled.
"Damien has been treating you well, I can see it." He said confidently.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked, trying to contain the blush that crept up my cheeks.
"Hmmm, very." He hummed with a self-assured nod.
"He's nicer than he'
