“No,” he said.
He set the briefs down and stood. Again, the height difference. Again, the way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he was deciding whether to solve or smash. beg for it wattpad
He didn’t push. He just walked over, sat on the edge of my bed, and waited. The silence stretched. And then, for reasons I still can’t explain, I told him everything. The scholarship. The pressure. The father who loved me but couldn’t stay sober. The fear that one wrong move would send the whole house of cards tumbling down. “No,” he said
On day eight, I came back from the library to find him sitting on my side of the divider. the height difference. Again
“No,” he said.
He set the briefs down and stood. Again, the height difference. Again, the way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he was deciding whether to solve or smash.
He didn’t push. He just walked over, sat on the edge of my bed, and waited. The silence stretched. And then, for reasons I still can’t explain, I told him everything. The scholarship. The pressure. The father who loved me but couldn’t stay sober. The fear that one wrong move would send the whole house of cards tumbling down.
On day eight, I came back from the library to find him sitting on my side of the divider.