—•TRISTAN•—
Let all hell break loose, because I’m coming through like a f*****g hurricane.
What the f**k?
Did June actually just say that?
Did she really just call me daddy?
Bloody hell.
That single word sounds so obscenely, devastatingly sexy falling from her lips that my brain completely stalls out.
Did I just imagine it?
Did my desperate, depraved mind just conjure up that word?
No. It didn't.
Because if my brain made that up—if it just decided to torture me by inventing that word I've been wanting her to say to me again ever since that night we met—I’d probably need to check myself into a psychiatric ward.
Except I didn't imagine it.
I f*****g heard that sweet, breathless little word slip from her soft lips and bury itself deep in the darkest part of my soul.
And now I'm r
