𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

Mmm... dad... mmm... do you like it when I talk dirty? This question has been lingering in my mind for a long time. With my head held down, I was made to talk dirty, and it took me a while to respond. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but you just threw the question back at me. It was then that I realized my emotions were so complicated. Following that, I was swept up in a tight hug. He kissed me again, but this time it was soft and gentle, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue again. Kissing really is a dizzying experience. It's like floating on cloud nine, where I don't need to think, just follow my instincts. "I like it, I like that only I can see you talk dirty," he said in a low voice, his tone full of magnetism and gentleness. His response made my heart skip a beat, and the whole world seemed to be spinning. I knew he was serious, that he liked me this way. I think this is what love is. It's not a game between two people, nor is it a tool for mutual benefit, but a collision of two hearts, a genuine feeling between two people. The feeling of being liked by him is truly an indescribable happiness.