Feeling The Pull

Alex

“We should probably see if your dad needs help,” I said, feeling like the room was closing in on me.

I got up and walked back to the kitchen. Damion was just putting the lasagna on the opposite end of the table from where the puzzle was in progress. “There you guys are. I thought I was going to have to send out a search party.”

“He wanted to show me his room,” I told him.

He nodded. “I see.”

Oliver sat down. “You can sit there.” He gestured to the chair across the table from him.

“Thank you.”

I took my seat, waiting for Damion to sit down as well. I watched as he dished up a portion of the lasagna for Oliver. I could watch the two of them all day. They clicked so well. I wanted to ask about girlfriends or other women in his life but didn’t dare. It was none of my business. I just couldn’t imagine that with all the women in New York, none of them had snared Damion. Finding a good man was hard. Finding one that was sexy, kind, and devoted to his kid was even harder. He checked all