I’ve never had the best relationship with my father. He’s always been so controlling, never giving me an ounce of freedom. I thought I couldn’t stand him, I thought I hated him.
However, things have changed. After one drunken night there’s been a shift between us. I find myself craving his touch… but it’s wrong. It’s forbidden, he’s my father, my flesh and blood. So why did I feel myself drawn back to him again and again?