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Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, and I watch in slow motion as her hand releases from her clit and slaps directly on my chest. Her orgasm rolls through her like light to a match, and I can’t believe I’m getting the privilege to witness this again.

Every time with her feels like the first. Like a fucking trillion-dollar gift.

“You’re so good at taking all of my cum, Sofia baby.”

I buck my hips from under her, finally allowing myself to chase the same high. Though nothing could bring me higher than watching her soar.

She whines at my comment and continues to ride the cum right out of me as I groan her name like a prayer. When we’ve finally settled, our breaths heaving, she slips off of me, laying her head on my chest and tracing the ink that covers it.

Through shortened breaths, compassion slips through the tips of her fingers onto my skin. Reassuring caresses that solidify this was always so much more than just one night.

“You know, if you want to talk about last night, I’m here.” Her voice is filled with a layer of uncertainty that I’ve never heard from her before.

The last forty-eight hours seep in like they never left.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. I don’t really even know what to say. I’m not sure whether to be more upset that my father has been under my nose my whole life, or the fact that the exact man I was for years, the one I’ve done all I can to rid, is a direct product of the one I share DNA with.

“Or you don’t have to tell me,” she hums, a small twinge of pain lingering there.

“No, it’s not that. I just…” I trail off, feeling her nod on my chest as I look out the tall, fogged windows of my bedroom. “I met my father last night.”

“Like your…”

“My biological father,” I answer for her.

Fia’s fingers continue to trace my tattoos. I’ve never had anyone close enough to dissect every part of me, never felt comfortable enough. But with her, I don’t feel uneasy showing myself.

“It didn’t go well?” she finally asks, giving me the grace to sit with my statement before pressing.

“It, uhh… it just wasn’t what I was expecting.”

In retrospect, it didn’t go poorly. I mean, I imagine some people are full of rage when they meet their biological parents. Rage wasn’t what I felt. Not initially. But tricked, played, and blindsided by his blithe attitude.

I mean, he’d just met his son. Not a client, not a business partner, but his son.

And he spoke as if it was just another day. But what hit me the hardest were the parallels between us. As I sat across from him, like I’d done many times before, I saw myself. Saw choices I’d made and thought nothing of, that morally aligned with his, and while I’ve spent several years trying to escape that version of myself... What if I can’t?

“Do you regret meeting him?”

“This wasn’t the first time I met him. He’s been around my whole life, watching me as I grew up, and no one even told me. I feel like I’ve been lied to.”

I know my parents kept this secret to protect me, but lies don’t often feel like protection.

“Jett, I’m sorry.” Her sweet voice softens the blow of my reality.

“Don’t be. I wanted to do this.”

“Did you at least get some answers you were searching for? I imagine anything like this would be rough, but there was a reason you wanted to meet him.”

I wanted to make sure I was good enough for you.

“I’ve been making some changes in my life, digging deeper into myself. This was the last thing I wanted to do to help me become the man I really want to be.”

I should’ve known that trying so hard to change would backfire. Especially when what I was doing it for isn’t guaranteed to be mine—but for her, I’ll try anything.

Shifting closer to me, she tilts her head up just slightly, showing me the beautiful softness of her face.

“You’re already the man you should be.”