You had to react fast, so you leaned in smooched your own father. You placed your hand on his cheek and whispered, “Honey,” that felt strange to say, “I’m feeling tired after setting up everything for the party. I’m too tired to be in the mood.” You looked at him and he frowned.
“Fine,” he said. He started heading upstairs to your parent’s room.
That was a close one. You hugged yourself and shuddered for a second. You repeativelh whispered to yourself, “it’s not your lips and you’re your mom,” to reconcile what you had done.
After calming down, you head to your room. You held both hands on the rails as you walked up. You didn’t want to injure yourself with the high heels. As soon as you got to your old room, you noticed it was....
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