Chapter 44 We Stick Together

Returning to the other block, my mom is nowhere to be found, and Madonna sits on a stoop waiting for me. I approach. “Hey there.”

She stands on the first step when she sees me, dusting off the back of her jeans. “Hi. Your mom said she was tired and caught a car to her place.”

“She runs 10ks,” I say with a chuckle. “She wasn’t tired. She wanted to give us time alone.”

“Well, you shouldn’t out her like that. Next time, just play along.”

It’s the late afternoon cool air, the light that always seems to find itself shining in her eyes when she looks up at me, and a lot about her that has me gravitating closer. I want to rub her hip and hold her close with the other hand. I want to caress her cheek and kiss her.

That would cause a real scandal if anyone caught us. I can’t say that dissuades me though.

When I move a little closer, she asks, “So you like to be called Daddy?” She bites her lip while her eyes stare into mine, insinuating everything.

Damn . . .

She’s going to be the fucking deat