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“The good thing is that I don’t need his approval to have a boyfriend, isn’t it?”
A scoff sounds behind our backs, and all of my muscles tense. Especially when I turn around and see Bree’s father, who probably heard half of the conversation. At least the part where I’m her boyfriend.
Well, on the bright side, we’retogether.
Honestly, she could say that I’m her best friend with a chastity belt, and I wouldn’t mind at all. The Lord owns my soul and frowns upon sexual contact before marriage. Amen, hallelujah. I’d do everything in my power to keep him from castrating me.
“You’ve never asked for permission to do anything,” he retorts and steps closer to me, patting my shoulder. A nervous chuckle abandons my lips. “Bree, do you mind if I steal your boyfriend for a second? I need help bringing the beer from the other freezer.”
My eyes widen, panic taking over my body. Silently, I plead Bree to put up a fight and protect me, but she just shrugs.
“You’ve never asked for permission either,” she uses his words.
Fuck me.
I follow Bree’s father down the hall to the back of the house, feeling like I’m making my way to my death. He’s my hangman, waiting to kill me for my sins. I can barely gasp when he guides me to a room that only has freezers. Separate freezers all around. My chest contracts.
“Relax, kid,” he says as his lips curve in a smile.Great.This is just great. “You’re okay. I want Bree to get crazy for a couple of minutes.”
I’m paralyzed. It takes me several seconds to process if I’ve heard him right. He did all of this dreadful thing to mess with Bree.
“What?” I croak.
“I rarely get the chance to mortify her for something,” he explains while he opens one of the freezers, taking out the boxes of cold beer from there. “How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
He opens one of the boxes, taking out a beer bottle, offering it to me. I hesitate, wondering if this is some kind of test.
“If someone asks, you told me that you were twenty-one,” he insists.
“And be charged with underage drinking?” I inquire, tilting my head.
He shrugs.
“I’m a lawyer. You’d be walking free of charges.” He looks at the beer, insisting for me to take it. I grab it, but I don’t open it. “Honestly, even if it doesn’t seem like it, I remember what it was like to be a young college student, and the perks of my girlfriend not living with her parents. However, that doesn’t give you the green light to do whatever you want with my daughter. Treat her right, don’t break her heart, and you’ll have me happy. Otherwise—” Bree’s dad trails off, and I gulp.
“I won’t hurt her. That’s the last thing that I want to do,” I assure him.
“Good. Just be careful, kid. You don’t want to end up like me.”
“Like you?” I dare to ask, missing the point in his speech.
“With a baby when I hadn’t finished my degree. A fucking nightmare, but at least James was cute.”
I have mixed feelings because it’s hilarious how he talks about his firstborn, but I’m also horrified. I think that having a baby is as scary as being burned alive. At least for now, it seems like it. I don’t know if I’ll change my mind someday, but that’s not a topic I want to touch for another decade. There’s always a chance of that happening when you’re sexually active. I’m not stupid, but I want to be as careful as possible to avoid that.
As the seconds pass by, I realize something.
“Did you just give me a safe sex talk?”
He lifts his hands innocently and then frowns as he figures out what he did. It comes slowly, like smoke spreading into a room.
“I-I think so,” he stutters. “As you can see, I’m not the best one to give it, but you get what I mean,” he comments, scratching his jaw.
“Yes, sir,” I say instantly. “And don’t worry. My mom has made sure to give me that talk at least once a week since I entered middle school.”
“Your mom is a wise woman,” he concedes, opening his bottle of beer.
