Hot Daddy: My Beautiful Morning

Bound Promises

"Come, shame on age if it's so fast."

Still unwilling to reply, he simply nodded then came out of the water. And that's exactly when my gaze was fixated on seeing his sixpack body naked, and -- wet. Exceedingly...

Oh my gosh, he's only wearing tight shorts. I couldn't prevent my eyes from exploring her body and finally focusing there. In the middle. In fact, I unconsciously gulped my own saliva. He's really a sexy guy who tested my faith as a very young girl.

Uh, my brain's starting to shut down.

"So look at you" Daddy scolded as he pulled a towel and dried his hair. As he sat in the recliner, he covered his lap with the towel while his hand grabbed the sweatshirt and put it on. The exciting scenery was lost in front of the eyes. "Thank you" he said, taking one banana and eating it.

I'm nodding. "Either. Delicious, no?" my many. I sat in the chair across from Daddy. There was a small table in the middle between us.

"Feel you always good" said Daddy.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Well, even better you are, anyway!"

"Ah, Daddy.. Don't be...."

"What's? Is something wrong? Hmm?"

I frowned.

"Your lips don't get hiccupped, will you?"

"What's? Is something wrong? Hmm?" my tiruku.

"Please dong, honey. Don't make me anxious. My defense could collapse if I saw you as adorable as that. I want to grab you, you know!"

Huh! He's starting to unsettle.

"All right, all right," I said.

Cheerful mode instantly active.

"I'm sorry, huh?" said.

"I'm sorry? What's for?"

"For everything. My mistake, those viral articles, and. I'm sorry for Oma's reprimand."

He's nodding. "Surely," he said. And...

That's how it happened. Even though it feels heavy. In fact, on the first day Daddy drove me to school the next morning, he stretched out his left palm and stuck it out at me, while his right hand focused on holding the steering wheel.

I understand what he wants. Despite Oma's wobble when we got into the car, it kept ringing in my head so that we kept its promises and rules - - - I still welcomed Daddy's hand until our fingers interlocked.

"It's okay, right? Just hold hands."

"Yes. Just hold hands. This far."

"Trims. Near you without touching it's hard."

"Yeah, I know. I feel the same way. Me either...."

He kissed my hand.

Uuh.. like stun. His kiss was streaming a tickling vibe.

Patience, Kejora. Focus on your exam first. "Daddy, don't be naughty. We promised Oma."

"Not going to."

"I believe you."

"Trims," said he. "And by the way, remember, yeah, focus the exam later. Do not be hurt if something bothers you. Better to avoid such creatures. If someone wants to make you noisier, say your husband-to-be is waiting outside. Okay?"

Very amusing. I held back an amused smile. "Yes, Prospective Husband. Thank you for taking me and taking care of me."

I kissed his hand. And, when I wanted to get out of the car, he was holding me back. "Kiss on the forehead, huh, honey? Can you?"

Aaah...how can I refuse it, try it?

Oh, Oma. Can, right? So that my spirit will also be my test. Haha!

And now is the time: the test... I am coming....

My spirit burns.