One Kiss

Chapter 2: One Crazy Christmas

"Okay breathe," Angie said, in an effortless attempt to comfort or calm me down. "I'm breathing Angie!! Im not dead! I'm just...breathing really fast!" I snapped at her. She put her hands up. "Okok. But don't you think you're overreacting?" Angie smiled.

I sighed. "Yes. I get it from my dad. But still, Adam is gorgeous itself. It's should be illegal to be that fine. AND HE'S MY FIRST LOVE. I know I'm crazy but I was in love. I didn't see him as a another dad, I saw him as my literal boyfriend when I was a kid. I EVEN KISSED HIM!" I rambled. Angie gasped. "You kissed your uncle?" She asked, more disgusted than uncomfortable.

"No, not that type of kiss. Like a mwah. But on the lips. Like a daddy daughter kiss," I chuckled. "Lucky. My uncle and I had a terrible relationship as a kid," Angie drooled.

"He's not really my uncle"

"Phew!"

I sighed again, and leaned back on my pillow. "I'll get nervous around him. I know it. I don't know what to do,". Angie patted my head. "You'll be okay. At least he's not Ian,".

Ian. Yeah. But really, there isn't anything wrong with Ian. I like sex. But a different kind. I like being dominated. I like being demanded. Being a masochist isn't something I'm proud of. But Ian, no Ian just makes himself look stupid with the weird sentences. And tell me why he's moaning more than I am. I'm sorry but he's just one big turn off.

I ghosted him, but he still wants me. It's annoying.

I want a guy that knows what he wants.

But my kinks are a little weird. They make me feel weird. I haven't even told Angie what I'm into because I think she'll look at me differently. It's not fair. Why am I like this?

"Come on. Your dad's calling," she said before grabbing my arm and leading me downstairs. Once we made it, everyone was sitting in the living room. "Oh. Desi. There you are. Look who's here. Uncle Adam!" Dad presented him like I was blind.

I felt butterflies fuck inside my stomach.

"Yeah. I know,". I didn't look at him. I couldn't look at him. I mean what was I gonna say.

'Oh Adam. You're hotter than the fucking sun. Why the fuck are you so gorgeous. I mean gosh, tears are running down my legs that are soon going to divorce just for you. I want you so badly. Oh and also, I was in love with you as a child, so kiss me again'.

Lol, imagine. I may have overdid it.

"How've you been bubble?" Adam asked. That voice again dammit. And he called me bubble. I shouldn't let him call me that. It's been too long. I'm an adult. I need him to see me as an adult for sanity purposes.

"Yeah I don't go by bubble anymore, so you might wanna remind yourself what my name actually is,".

What the actual fuck Desiree?! Why are you so naturally rude?!

I took one little itty bitty glance at him and flinched when I saw him staring straight at me. His fingers on his chin making me more nervous than idk. I immediately averted my eyes.

Damn...I must look stupid.

Thankfully, everyone else seemed like they were at the table and chatting.

"Desi!? Heh...sorry Adam. She's a little-".

"Oh, it's fine. I bet she just wants to show me she's not a kid anymore, right bubble?" He spoke. My stupid dad laughed.

I felt my face flush.

Holy shit, am I shaking? Am I that nervous? Why am I so nervous? Why is he making me feel so nervous? And how the hell is he reading my fucking mind?!