SPENCER POV
Violet breath is a wisp, her eyes sparkling for a moment as she makes her birthday wish.
I want to ask what a girl like Violet wishes for, but I don’t.
“You have a beautiful house,” she says, and the colour is back in her cheeks.
“Thank you.”
She asks me if I want to share her cake with her. I tell her it’s all for her. She giggles as she gets cream down her chin, and I smile and laugh along with her, even though it makes my d**k twitch.
It shouldn’t, but it does.
She tells me she’s a messy eater. Clumsy.
She says it’s because she’s one of those jittery people. Anxious.
I believe her.
It makes me want to grip her dithery fingers around my c**k and jerk into her palm until I come.
It shouldn’t, but it does.
I dig out a fluffy pink robe for her and tell her it’s my da
