Page 9 of Daddy's Little Plaything
But none of those worries mattered when I looked into Phia’s eyes. She was my everything, and that was all that fucking mattered.
She traced her fingers along my jaw, her gaze softening. “I love you.”
I exhaled, pressing my forehead against hers. “I love you more.”
Phia kissed me slowly, lazily, like we had all the time in the world. And we did. I had all the time for her.
“I love you. And that’s all that matters,” I whispered into her hair.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, a part of me afraid she’d vanish. But I’d never let go.
“Yeah,” I murmured against her lips. “You’re all that matters.”
The End.
