Daddy, I want more

I forced a grin and looked into his eyes. We looked at one other for what seemed like forever. It took that long for the laughter to stop and something else to take its place. His eerily identical gaze from before had my heart racing.

How bizarre! I looked down at the ocean and blinked fast at the waves. This may mean I wasn't hallucinating.

Does it sound good? He asked a question in a low voice that sounded shaky, and it caught me off guard.

Specifically, what was he providing? "Some?"

"Lemonade."

Right. I was completely wrong to assume anything. "Oh. Sure."

While he was filling a cup from the pitcher, my attention was pulled to his hands. In addition to their stunning appearance, they also had considerable skill and economic value. With that, how many peoples' lives had he managed to save?

We heard the garage door open, vehicle tires peeling out, and car rolling backwards down the driveway on the other side of the house.

Here you go," he replied, handing me the cup from his crouch at the pool's edge.

"Appreciate it." First, I sampled it to see how he'd do with my opinion. To express my disapproval, I pursed my lips. "Ugh. It's okay to let it all out. To put it bluntly, it's overly sour.

I put the cup down on the pool deck and looked down at the stairs. As much as I wanted to, I had to go. As Dr.Jonson gathered the cups and pitcher, I climbed out of the pool.

He stopped when he saw me at the railing with my arms folded. The air was warm, but the wind made it seem cold. After becoming completely soaked, I refused to go back inside the home to change until the drips had ceased.

You didn't bring a towel out, he gently questioned.

I said, "No." Yes, and David stole mine in the process.

He took the disgusting lemonade inside with him as he shook his head and mumbled something under his breath. Thirty seconds later, he returned and handed me a folded towel.

I just said, "Thank you." If I went in there, I would have dripped all over your carpet.

"Since you can consider others' needs before your own."

It was obviously a jab at David, but I had no idea how to respond. I pushed my lips together, wrapped myself in the towel, and tried to relax.

Dr. Johnson didn't appear too frustrated; he seemed to be trying to say something more but was restraining himself. There was dismay in his dark eyes.

He hovered uncomfortably and said, "Can I get you anything else?" It was almost as though he was hoping I'd strike up a chat. I tried to remember something, but came up empty.

I managed to mutter, "I'm good."

In other words, "Okay. Let's go inside, shall we?

Because of how quickly he turned and retreated inside the home, he didn't catch my gaping mouth as it opened. The guy had surgical training. He exuded assurance and never looked rattled by tense situations. David's father was worried when he wrecked his vehicle two years ago, but he kept his calm through it all.

Observing Dr.uncertainty, Jonson's what do you make of it? Honestly, that gave me the willies.

My hair was down, my phone was in hand, and I was shivering as I made my way back inside to the warmth of my abode. The huge television was on and the level was so low I could hardly hear the news program that was playing on it.

Dr. Johnson didn't seem to be paying attention.

He slung his arm over the back of the wide sectional sofa and stared vacantly at the coffee table in front of him. The way his torso was angled and the snugness of his t-shirt highlighted his muscular physique. His pants clung to his muscular legs as I stood in the doorway, staring at him oddly as my toes dug into the soft carpet.

I really wanted to speak to him but knew that I shouldn't. It was he who fathered David. I mean, I couldn't exactly go to him for guidance on what I should do right now, could I? I wrapped the towel around my waist even more tightly and went into the guest room to change.

After closing the door, I walked slowly as my disappointment weighed on me. I groaned as I set down my phone next to my pile of laundry. I didn't know what to do. Let David call me, please. The deed was technically completed. I told him it was finished.

Cracking sounds of knuckles hitting wood. "Jessica?"

My heart rate increased and I became immobile. "Yeah?"

"I.. need to make a comment," From behind the closed door, Dr. Johnson's voice could be heard. 'May I come in?'

I gripped the edge of my towel with all my might. Yet though he had seen me in my swimsuit only a minute before, that had been by the pool, and I hadn't even begun the process of changing. I knew it was silly, but as I set foot inside the home, I immediately felt more vulnerable. This idea was immediately dismissed by me. "Yeah."