Kay
Carl holds me tightly to himself, and I bury my head in his chest, inhaling deeply.
I don't know why his touch doesn't irk me; maybe it's because I trust him.
My body and mind know he can't hurt me. That's why I am calm under his strong arms, which are holding me protectively.
He uses the other hand to run his fingers through my hair like grandpa did, and I close my eyes, sighing contentedly.
How come someone never did that to me before? It has always been my father and I, so I am guessing I still have a lot to learn.
I wrap my arms around him and hug him back.
It feels good to hug someone. Carl smells so good, and he's so big compared to me.
I don't know for how long we have been standing here, but my talking father forces us apart.
"I will just leave you guys to it," I look
