Page 21 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Umm.” He was confused. “I thought the point of this conversation was that you didn’t want me to call you cute?”

“I guess it was. Only now I have FOMO.”

“You have FOMO?” he queried.

“Yeah. Do you not know that one? Fear Of Missing Out.”

“You fear that you’re going to miss out being called cute?” he asked, trying to get this straight in his head.

Her shoulders slumped with a sad sigh. “Yeah. Is that ridiculous?”

Just a bit.

But it made him smile.

“You’re laughing at me,” she accused.

“I would never laugh at you, Tamsyn.”

“Wow, when you say my name, it sounds so nice.”

“You don’t like your name?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I never really have. But I like when you say it.”

“Good. Now, we need to find somewhere to wash your wounds and a first aid kit.” Should he offer to take her to his place? It was about ten minutes’ walk away. Would that be too much for her to walk?

Salem wouldn’t like him bringing a stranger home. But it was his house.

“I have a first aid kit,” she told him. “In the front pocket of my backpack.”

Well. There went his plans to act as a knight in shining armor.

Quite disappointing, really.

“Rome? Are you having another epiphany?” she asked.

“Uh, no. Just daydreaming. I do that a lot.”

“Must be nice.” Her voice sounded wistful.

“You don’t daydream?” he asked as he drew out the first aid kit. Good, there were some antiseptic wipes. He decided to do her knee first.

“I don’t dream.”

She didn’t dream? What did she mean? Literally or figuratively?

“You don’t dream?” he asked as he started to wipe her knee, careful not to touch her skin. Her foot suddenly kicked out and he had to duck to the side to avoid it.

That was a close call.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to nearly kick you. It’s just that my knee is ticklish.”

“The front of your knee is ticklish?” he asked her, taking hold of her leg this time as he wiped it clean.

“Uh-huh.”

“Hmm, never heard of that before.” He held her other foot as he wiped that clean.

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