A short story about part of my most intimate memories at home with my father, and how a simple act like reading a short collection of his favorite books brought us all together in harmony.
A short story about part of my most intimate memories at home with my father, and how a simple act like reading a short collection of his favorite books brought us all together in harmony.
"You are mine," He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?"
Daniel...