I turn in his arms and hug him fully, savoring his naked skin on my bikini clad body, hot and smooth and strong. Sending tingles and aches through me so easily while taking my mind far from the topic that's hurting me, my insides responding on some primal level.
"Make me laugh. Distract me," I whisper against him, indicating that I don't want to talk about this anymore, I don't want to think of that creep any longer. Burying my face against his chest.
For the last few days, it's all he's done, even over stupid, tiny disagreements, he somehow manages to take it all away and get me to smile and laugh. I want that more than ever right now, to remove this heavy knot in my stomach at realizing my father was the scum I always believed him to be. The disappointment I always knew he was.
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