Content warning: this chapter contains mentions of child s****l assault and abortion, Bea hasn’t had a very good life.
DENNY POV
Bea stumbles and giggles as I lead her to her room. Girl is an absolute light weight. I’ll need to remember that for the future. Once we get to her door we stand there, just staring at each other.
“Well, goodnight.” I tell her.
“Goodnight, Denny.” She replies and bats those pretty lashes. I turn to leave, but her little hand darts out and grabs onto my forearm. When I turn back to her, she snakes her hand up my chest, causing me to shiver. That hand makes its way behind my neck and she pulls me down to her level. When her lips touch mine I almost buckle from the tingles and sparks. I groan into the kiss as my hands cup her cheeks. She fists my shirt, pulling
