Lydia | ✔️

(19)

"Yeah Dad. That sounds great."

Lydia loved her father but she didn't spend as much time at his house as she used to. All of her things were at her Mom's. She preferred her bed at home and it always felt a bit foreign when she slept over at her Dad's. Still, she made the effort whenever he did.

"Sleepover at Daddy Grayson's this weekend?" Allison wiggled her brows with a sly smirk which made Lydia wince with disgust.

"Can you not talk about my Dad like that. It's — disturbing."

"It is a little weird," Sadie nodded with agreement. "He's like thirty seven."

"Same age gap between Lydia's Mom and Coach Bryan," Allison shrugged, sticking her fork into her crouton salad.

"Not even close," Lydia corrected with an unimpressed glare.

"What?" Allison spread her arms with wide eyes. "It's not my fault that Daddy Grayson's a DILF. He's so cute."

Lydia rolled her eyes, deciding to drop the argument. There was no point continuing the debate when Allison would just get more descriptive with her thoughts the more she defended herself.

As her fingers twisted the plastic fork in her grip, she glanced around the crowded lunch room, absentmindedly gazing over the faces of her peers until her sights fell on Carter who was on the other side of the room.

He was sitting with a couple of his friends - Riley included - although the two of them sat far apart and weren't engaged in the same conversation. She watched his lips move, his arms flexed as he gestured, his smile almost floored her as it so often did.

She was so lost to flashbacks of the night before, his mouth on her core, his abdomen under her lips, his hands pulling on her hair. She jumped with startle at a hand covering hers.

"Did you hear me?" Sadie questioned when Lydia turned to her with confusion.

"No," Allison smirked, staring over her shoulder. "She was to busy perving on Carter."

"No I wasn't," Lydia blushed, waving her hand in dismissal. "What were you saying?"

"Do you wanna go ice skating at the rink tonight?"

"Aw I can't," Lydia apologised, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I've got something on with Mom."

"Allison?" Sadie gave her a hopeful glance.

"Sorry," she shrugged. "I'm grounded for telling my Dad to go fuck himself."

Lydia zoned out as Allison went into detail about the incident that lead to her prison sentence. She was sure that ice skating would have been a perfect Friday night activity. She felt bad for turning Sadie down. But there was no part of her that wanted to miss out on whatever Carter had planned for them. She bit down on her lip as she imagined what round two could be like.

—

Here's some sneak peeks of the prequel that I'm working on.