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ana plus quinn (6)

November 21, 2020


Ana left early that morning, the smell
of her perfume lingered in my sheets.

That same shyness seemed to wash over us again as we got dressed. I watched as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun and smoothed out the front of her dress.

She slipped out the front door just as the sun peeked over the clouds, but not before giving me a quick kiss goodbye.

I shut the door behind me and whirled around to face my dad, pajama-clad, a smirk on his lips.

“You sly dog.” He ran a hand through his shoulder length locks, working his fingers through the knots he came across.

“Dad, please, it was nothing weird.” I yawned. “Please, if she comes back around and you’re here, don’t do anything..cringy.”

“You can spare me the details,” He twisted his wild mane into a bun and pulled at the hem of his tanktop. Slowly, he shuffled to the kitchen and started up the fancy expresso maker he’d gotten as a gift from one of his students the year before.

“Good.” I let out a little sigh of relief, and followed him to the kitchen. I rummaged around until I found a few stale Pop-Tarts that were just chilling in some seldom-used cabinet.

“Did you at least use protection?” He said as he flicked a chrome nob on the Italian-made machine.

“Of course!” I shot back. It came out sharper than intended.

“Alright, alright, I just want to make sure that I don’t have to prep myself for life as a forty-year old grandpa.” He put up both hands in surrender and grinned. His eyes sparked and crinkled mischievously.


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  • pyrrhic

    *standing ovation*

    7 months ago