Page 138 of Her Daddies' Everything

Not that she would even have to.

And maybe she’d started the kiss, but he’d sure as heck finished it.

“Immy, you did nothing wrong,” he told her firmly. “You did not force me.”

She sniffled. “Felt so bad. Think Immy has ruined everything now. Lost your friendship. Can’t even work together now because you avoid me. So dumb.” She pinched the back of her hand. “So stupid.”

“Stop that,” he said in alarm, grabbing hold of her hand. But she drew her hand away and pinched it again.

“Immy. Stop that, now.” He used his sternest voice and to his shock it worked.

She froze.

“You do not hurt yourself. Understand me? Not ever.”

Another sniffle. “But Immy was bad. Deserves to be punished.”

“Immy was not bad and she certainly does not deserve to be punished. And if she did, I would do the punishing, not her. Understand me?”

“You’d take away my Twizzlers?” she cried.

Or put you over my knee.

But he refrained from saying that.

“And I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. That was wrong of me and I won’t do it anymore.”

“Do you need to be punished?” she asked.

“Probably,” he admitted.

“Can I do it?”

He snorted. “How would you do it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’d take away your mashed potatoes for a week.” She grinned at him.

Sassy brat.

“You can’t take away my mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes are life. They’re a necessity. Like breathing.”

Or peeing.

Which she still hadn’t done.

She snorted. Or he thought that was what she was trying to do. Instead, she ended up sneezing.

“Eww. Gross.”

He grabbed some tissues and wiped her nose for her. She started swaying and he grabbed her hips, worried that she was about to collapse.

“Let’s get you on the toilet.” He drew down her panties and helped guide her onto the toilet.

Then he took a few steps back and gave her his back, turning on the water.

When he heard the toilet flush, he turned the water off.

“Okay, Immy?” he asked, still giving her privacy.

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