Chapter 254 Best Friends Dad Ch3

• She should feel shame. She should. The morning sun spills soft through the kitchen windows, warm against her bare legs where her sundress brushes her thighs. She’s barefoot on the cold tile, mug in her hand she hasn’t even sipped. And he’s there — at the head of the table, mug tipped up, eyes on her like she’s already half spread over it.
• Her best friend sits between them, babbling about weekend plans she’s not even hearing — every word a muffled hum behind the pounding drum in her chest. She tries to nod at the right moments. She tries not to glance at him. But she does — again and again.
• She can still feel him. The soft ache between her legs where he left her dripping hours ago. The faint bite marks at her shoulder where his teeth pressed the dresser edge. The mess still sticky against her inner thigh where she didn’t bother to clean up all the way — so she’d remember.