did your dad do that Kat and Bryant

get out now

"No," she said, her voice firm yet filled with a hint of vulnerability. "Do you like?" she repeated, her eyes searching his face for any sign of approval or desire. This time, she removed her underwear, standing before him with an air of defiance mixed with a plea for validation. Bryant's heart raced as he struggled to maintain his composure, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming him. He knew he had to be strong, to resist the temptation that stood before him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"Kat," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and desperation. "You need to understand, this isn't right." He reached out, trying to cover her with a blanket, but she stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. "Bryant," she said softly, her tone almost pleading. "Do you like?" The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning and implication. Bryant could see the hurt in her eyes, the need for affirmation, but he knew that giving in would only lead to more pain in the long run.

"Kat, please," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "We can't do this." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and calm his tumultuous thoughts. "I care about you too much to let us make a mistake we'll regret." Kat's expression softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of defiance in her eyes. Bryant knew this was a pivotal moment, one that would define their relationship moving forward. He had to stay strong, for both their sakes, even if it meant causing her pain now to prevent greater heartache later.

"Get out," he said again, his voice firmer this time, trying to mask the turmoil inside him. "No," she responded defiantly, throwing the blanket off with a swift motion. Her hair cascaded down, the curls falling freely around her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made her look even more determined. She moved with a grace that belied the tension in the room, laying down on his bed with an air of finality.

Bryant watched her, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to tell her everything would be okay, but he knew that would only complicate things further. "Kat, please," he tried again, softer this time, hoping to reach the part of her that understood the gravity of the situation. But she just lay there, looking up at him with eyes that were both challenging and vulnerable.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, but stopped himself, afraid of what might happen if he got too close. Kat's eyes never left his, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of doubt. But then she shook her head slightly, her curls bouncing with the movement, and the defiance returned. "Because I need to know," she said simply. "Do you like?" The question hung in the air, filled with layers of meaning that neither of them fully understood.

Bryant felt a knot form in his stomach. He knew this was a turning point, a moment that could change everything between them. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Kat," he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, "this isn't about what I like. It's about what's right." He saw her flinch slightly at his words, but she didn't move. He knew he had to be strong, for both their sakes, even if it meant walking away from something he wanted more than anything.