Caught

Gianna and I are on her couch watching a movie, our usual Sunday routine. Her father usually joins us, but he’s avoiding her since she keeps pestering him about getting a girlfriend. I glad he isn’t here; I don’t need to distraction. I’m over trying to figure out if it was him or not; it happened once and will not happen again. I will have to update my list to add his name so that we won’t be matched in the future.

I still feel guilty though, Gianna would kill me if she found out I slept with her father. Or would she? I know she had an issue with it when we were younger, but we’re both grown now. It’s just two consenting adults having sex; why should she care?

"Gi, umm, do you still have an issue with your friends sleeping with your father?"

"Huh?" She looks up at me with those innocent doe-like eyes and smiles. I avert my eyes and repeat the question,