Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Seven

Seth

The minute I left the room, I realised what I had done. The one thing I said I wasn't going to.

Why can't I control my fucking self from touching her? Why do I keep going back to her? I could have anyone I truly wanted, but why did I crave her?

Her succulent body, her innocent eyes when she stares at my naked body. Her little blush when she looks away, embarrassed because she was carried away.

I wanted her so badly. Successfully for years I pushed her away, but my parents have placed me in a tough position.

My parents caused this. I'm sure nothing is wrong with those other rooms. But what I wasn't sure of, was their intentions. Why did they ask me to bring Naomi here today.

I knocked on the door to my father's study.

"Come in." He answered and I did just that.

My mother was seated on my father's lap, smiling down at whatever he was saying to her, her love evident in her eyes.

They loved each other so much, it sickened me when I was a child. Nothing much has change