EJ
"Next time I really am going to call the police," Connor mumbled as I held him close to my chest.
We were in his bed.
Laying down.
No, we did not have sex.
Even though I would have loved to, I didn't think it was right to take advantage of the situation when he had willingly handed himself over to me. I didn't think trying to calm Connor down would work.
He looked ready to rip my head off then throw it into a tank full of blood thirsty sharks but it had worked. I had seen Dad do it with Pa sometimes. When Pa was spazzing because they didn't give him the right cappuccino when we all knew he ordered a latte.
It always seemed like something so intimate. Dad massaged Pa's head whilst he sat on the floor and hugged his leg like it was his salvation itself. I knew it required extreme trust. It almost looked like someone was kneeling before you and some would take it wrong but it was nothing like that.
