Seeing him after all these years is not easy. Growing up he was always in my mind when I started knowing and exploring my body. He was always there stuck in my head. My best friend is getting married today and he looks as sharp and sexy as I remember him. His forty suits him, he is more mature and built, and the grey tones in his hair, f**k he is the definition of Daddy. But he is her uncle. I take a sip from my drink and look at him again. Our eyes meet across the room again, which is not the first time tonight. If I didn't know him I would say he is flirting with me. But that's ridiculous, he was always serious and distant.
The party started ending, the guests left and I was with the bride and the groom, their parents, and Mr. Daddy. The couple has booked a room for me in the hotel sin
