10 Bad Dad Jokes
Preston rushes over. “Oh, my gosh, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I say. “Just embarrassed.“
He grins as he helps me to my feet. “You get knocked down a lot.”
“At least it was on soft grass this time.” I press my hands against his chest to steady myself. I feel his heart beating through the thin material of his shirt. It’s beating fast. Or is that my heartbeat pitter-pattering?
His hands travel up my arms to my shoulders, lightly squeezing along the way. “Anything hurt?”
“I don’t think so.” Not that I would know if I was in pain. All I can feel right now is pure pleasure as his fingers graze my neck.
He cups my face in his hands. “How about here?” he asks as he lightly brushes his lips against mine.
“I’m not sure. You better check again.” I slide my hands around his
