C56 Hunt

Amia flushed before she graced me with a smile. She lit up my dark and cold world. Whatever she wanted, I wanted. I nipped at her pinky finger and she startled. She jumped and pulled her hand away, but I yanked it back. She tried not to smile, but I could see how much she liked it.

“Are you not going to meet up with your dad anymore?” I asked.

“I am. I just don’t think I want to right now