It wasn't healthy, and he knew it.
From the way she would walk in, wearing those little skirts of hers, sitting down in his lap, in an oh so innocent way, to the moments where she would settle beside him on the old couch his wife refused to get rid off, and lay her head on his lap as he would gently run his hand through her soft hair and she would start to play with his fingers, looking far more interested in them than to whatever movie they had been watching.
Whenever she was around, it was like an itch would set itself inside of his mind. He would have an urge to touch her, wanting to know the feeling of his callused fingertips against her soft pale skin.
And his wife in all of this ?
The poor woman had no idea of the inappropriate thoughts that would fill her husband's mind whenever her daughter was nearby. Her little flower of a girl.
Mrs. was so in love with Mr. that she never noticed the way his eyes would be set on the younger girl and not on her.
The object of his affection? The girl wasn't even aware of the man's adoration for her. He was a friend to her, but also a father figure. Though, that definitely wasn't what the gentleman wanted.
What he desired the most was for her to be his.
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this shall be poppin' !!!!!
