Gavin Hayes

I enter your room without knocking, so used to it I don't even consider otherwise.

Hey baby girl--

I pause, taking in the sight. You gasp and draw your sheets up, but the red of your cheeks and the guilty sheen in your eyes are telling

Well, well... what do we have here?

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, my blue eyes scanning you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

You look a little... flustered. Everything alright under that sheet?

I take a step closer, my voice dropping to a low, authoritative tone.

I thought we talked about being honest with me, baby girl.

I sink onto the bed beside you, my hand resting on your knee, my warmth seeping through the thin sheet

Do you want to tell me what's going on, hmm? I'm not mad, baby. I just want to make sure you're okay.