Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
My ears perked up at his fun idea. “Like a guessing game?”
“Exactly,” he beamed. “Do you want to play?”
“Yes, please!”
“Great! Just give me your honest answers.” I nodded my agreement, ready to play. “Okay, let’s start with…brownies.”
“Yes,” I answered with an enthusiastic nod, making Amir chuckle.
“Me too; brownies are amazing. How about…broccoli?”
I scrunched up my nose as he laughed again. “That’s a no.”
“Hmm, really? I like broccoli.” Amir shrugged and added, “But that’s okay; not everyone has to like the exact same things.”
It suddenly hit me what Amir was doing; he was giving me simple questions to ease me into the game, while hinting that even if our interests didn’t match up exactly, it wasn’t the end of the world. We could still make this work…and oh, how I wanted this to work.
He threw me a couple more easy questions about food (we both approved of steak and spaghetti, but vetoed carrots) and sports (he liked football while I really didn’t care about any of them), before he brought the heat with, “Toys.”
My breathing threatened to run away from me until I focused on the rhythmic circles he drew on my back. They grounded me enough to answer, “Yes.”
Instead of immediately asking another question, Amir leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of my head, and whispered, “Good job.” He stayed close when he gave his stamp of approval with, “I’m glad to hear you like them. Let’s see if I can guess what kinds of toys you like. Maybe…video games?”
I tipped my head back and forth. I wasn’t opposed to them, but they weren’t my favorites. “Not really?” Amir guessed, and I shook my head. “Okay, then; what about…crayons?”
“Yes,” I answered easier.
“Very nice. I bet you have colored some pretty pictures.” I ducked my head as I smiled, thinking that maybe I could color a picture to show him one day. “How about toy cars?”
“Yes.” I liked playing with cars of all types and sizes.
“Stuffed animals?”
“Oh, yes.”
Amir chuckled again. “I think maybe I’ve discovered your favorite type?” I nodded and he smiled brightly. “You would look very cute cuddling a stuffy.” My cheeks burned like fire, but for once, I didn’t mind. “What would you be wearing while cuddling your toy? Maybe…jeans?”
“No.” While jeans and t-shirts were my typical style, I would prefer to be more comfortable while playing.
“I agree; too stiff for playtime,” Amir concluded, and I nodded. “Some soft sweatpants or shorts would be better, right?”
“Yes.” It was much easier to push my cars on the floor while wearing sweats.
“And what would you like underneath? Briefs?” My face burned as I shook my head no, having trouble finding the word. I wore briefs daily, but he was asking about playtime. “Padded undies?” Like video games, I wasn’t opposed to the idea of them, but I had never actually worn them, so I shook my head again. Amir swallowed, and his own voice sounded weaker when he asked, “A diaper?”
Even the massage on my back couldn’t stop my breathing from quickening. But the curiosity and desire in his eyes gave me the courage to whisper, “Yes.”
“And maybe a binky in your mouth?”
I licked my lips, wishing I had one right then. Using one helped my nerves, but I never did so in public; my poor hair took the brunt of my anxiety when people were around. “Yes,” I replied, though it was more breath than actual word.
Amir rested his forehead against me and whispered in my ear, “And you would be so beautiful.” His sweet words washed over me, cooling my blush and making me shiver. But they weren’t the only thing; I jerked when cold liquid trickled onto my hand.
“Uh oh, Daddy; I’m melting,” I announced, nodding at my poor ice cream cone. “It’s okay; I can fix it.” I licked the puddle off of my hand before tipping the cone up to my lips, drinking what had basically become chocolate milk. When I looked back at him, Amir was gazing at me with an unreadable intensity in his eyes.
And then it hit me. I was so comfortable in his presence, and so caught up in our game and conversation, I had slipped up. I called him Daddy. I should have asked. Did I scare him? Was it too much? Was he mad? “Amir, I…”
Before I could apologize, his hand slid from my back onto my neck. He pulled me forward, and pressed our lips together. My eyes widened from the shock, but it only took a moment for them to roll back and flutter closed.
Not that I’d had many, but this was the best kiss of my life. Amir was the perfect blend of control and care; his hand at the back of my neck supported and guided me, while his lips were soft and sweet against mine.