[randy]
“Do tell,” Thorne pulled me closer to him. Locking his muscular arms into my slender body. His electric blue eyes intently stared at me. As if it scanned through the depths of my soul. His hair is like a bird’s nest. Yet his bird, down there, is getting mad, poking at my thigh.
I chuckled and shook my head. Should I tell him what’s bothering me? But I don’t want to disappoint Thorne. I know he wanted to have a family on his own. Him as a father, I could tell he’d be responsible. The adoption paper proves it.
But me? As the child’s what? Mother? Father? Mom? Dad? My sexuality isn’t widely understood by plenty. Only a few. But I can carry on with that. I’m old enough and my decisions are not perfect, but I'm certain that it is designated for my betterment. Mostly, not harming
