I giggle a little.
“I’ve never heard you swear before. And now you can’t seem to go one sentence without saying fuck.” With wide eyes, I cover my mouth.
“I said it,” I say against my hand.
I’ve thought about the word a thousand times, but I’ve never said it out loud.
It’s a little freeing.
“I said f**k,” I tell him as if he might not have heard.
But Daddy doesn’t look at me, at least not at my face. His gaze is tracking up and down my body. If I thought I was hot before, now I’m burning.
“I feel like I’m on fire.”
“You’re not the only one,” Daddy mutters. “If you weren’t wasted…”
More than anything, I want him to finish that sentence.
“How much did you drink tonight?” He asks.
I try to remember. “I think I had two beers.”
“That’s not enough to have you burning up. Did you pou
