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I didn’t think she saw it, but she was changing.
Slowly, day by day.
One day, I noticed that she was dressing differently. Not drastically, but just enough that I could tell. Slowly, the girlish things in her wardrobe phased out. The pink and black colors stayed, but there was a kind of breezy elegance to her new clothing I liked.
She appeared one night in a silk robe and lounged in the doorway of my bathroom. She'd cut her hair to her shoulders and it fell around her face in soft waves. Highlighting her neck and collarbones.
I set aside my book and beckoned her, but she shook her head. A little smile broke over her face, tinged with shyness.
“What?” I asked, rising to go to her.
“I have something for you,” she whispered.
“Really?”
Her hands came up and untied her robe, letting it slip onto the floor. My dick went rock hard before the silk even left her skin.
Underneath, she wore a lace lingerie set in deep, peacock blue. The top cupped her breasts, giving her the prettiest overflow. The garter belt cinched around her waist just above her navel and her thong came up just below it.
Usually, I had all the smooth words to tell her how beautiful she was, but for the first time, I was speechless.
I was glad that night that my house was miles from anyone. I didn’t need anyone else hearing the way she called me daddy while I fucked her over the edge of the bed.
Especially not at the pitch she screamed it.
She was getting more and more comfortable living in my space. Every morning when I got in the shower, the white walls were decorated with swirls of dark hair and conditioner made the floor slick.
Her makeup bag appeared on my sink. Then makeup started stacking up behind the faucet. I gathered it all up and gave her a designated drawer to use.
“Are you serious?” she asked, frowning. “I literally left…maybe one lipstick out.”
We both looked down at the makeup stains on the sink and the scrunchie covered with bits of dark hair. There was a clear print where her bottles had laid.
“You can have the bottom, largest drawer,” I said firmly.
“Maybe I’ll just bring it all back to my bathroom.”
“No. Bottom drawer.”
She pushed her lower lip out, but I could see she was pleased that I’d insisted on it staying. I pulled my shirt off and turned on the shower and she loitered by the sink.
The look on her face reminded me of the first time she’d sat on my lap. Wary, unsure if she would be accepted.
I frowned. “Would you like to shower with me?”
She chewed that spot in her mouth and shook her head. “I can’t right now.”
“Okay…why not?”
She shifted and her face flushed and whispered something under her breath.
“What?”
She cleared her throat. “I’m on my period.”
I stared at her, still confused. Up until now, she’d been incredibly secretive about her cycle, probably from having grown up without a mother. I wasn’t an idiot though, I’d noticed last month when she suddenly refused sex for five days, saying her stomach hurt.
I hadn’t pressed her to tell me. If she wanted to, she would.
