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🧡💚My dad wasn't really my dad actually, but he'd lived with us long enough that I had a hard time thinking of him as anything else. It'd been, what, five, six years now? Long enough for a crush to develop. It was horrible, since I couldn't do anything about it. I refused to date anyone all through high school, since they weren't him. He was my stepfather, so it wasn't like I could ask him out. I hated horror movies, but I loved him, which is why night after night, I'd sit through his creepy movies. I loved how they gave me an excuse to cuddle up with him during the scary scenes, which as far as I was concerned, was most of them. It was kinda embarrassing, really, how much the movies freaked me out. I wasn't a little girl anymore. It's not like I didn't know it was all make believe. Even still, there was always that part in my brain, where the most basic instincts hid, that I couldn't control. Tonight's movie was as terrifying as the rest. As usual, some young girl was all alone in the dark, exploring some old house while her friends were exploring other parts of it. Sounds like Scooby Doo, right? Only Scooby Doo never had a crazed slasher hiding the darkness whose idea of a good time was to cut you open and... well, stuff I don't even want to think about. Weird noises and creepy music built up as she approached a curtain. All I could think was, "Don't pull it, don't pull it!" Of course she did, and there was nothing there. There never is, but I knew the real scream was just around the corner. She turned and there he was, just as lightning flashed outside. That was it. I screamed loud enough that I startled Dad, then scrambled across the couch in a panic to cling to him like plastic wrap, my eyes shut tight. I whimpered, but when I'm terrified, I'm not proud. I wrapped my arms around his broad torso as far as I could, and pressed my face against his hard chest, holding on to him for dear life. "Hold me." Not a request, that was a demand. He chuckled, a sound that rumbled in my ear. "Why do you watch these movies when they freak you out so much?" He put his arms around me and held me tight, and that was why I watched, even if I couldn't tell him. I loved his warmth, the feeling of him next to me. His pajamas were soft and loose enough that I could feel him, even if there were some spots I didn't dare touch. Could he feel me the same way? I'd taken to wearing only a t-shirt in the evenings, hoping to entice him. I knew I shouldn't, that I should just forget about it, but I found myself doing it anyway. He noticed. The way his gaze followed me when he thought I wasn't looking made that obvious, but he was too decent of a guy to ever make a move. At least I imagined that was what held him back. Maybe he just disapproved. His hands were always properly placed, but sometimes, I saw it grow. Not a lot, but the fabric lifted just a little. The movie ended just before midnight. Dad peeled me gently off him, stood and yawned with a stretch. "Man, I'm knackered. I'm heading to bed." He extended his hand. I wanted to believe he was asking me to join him, but I knew better. Mom was on another of her business trips. We hardly saw her anymore, it felt like. I suspected that all was not well with their relationship, but they didn't like sharing that stuff with me. She was away more and more, which left him sleeping alone more often than not. Didn't mean I had an open invitation, though. Besides, he was right. I was tired too. Nodding while I yawned, I let him pull me to my feet before I shuffled up the stairs, making sure to go first. He might not act on it, but I'd still make sure he got to watch me wiggle in front of him on the way up. "Night, Princess." He padded to his bedroom. "G'night, Daddy." Sleep wouldn't come, and I lay there in the dark, exploring the shadows of my room with my eyes. Those movies just weren't good for me. Everything looked like something scary, and for some reason I could never remember what was where in my room, so my mind went wild inventing new and horrible things for what each unknown dark outline might be. I'd get something to clear my mind, maybe turn on something safe and boring on TV. Like the home shopping network or the weather channel. No wait, storms were too scary. Throwing my comforter aside, I got up and out of my creepy room, closing the door behind me. Out of sight, out of mind. At the top of the stairs, I stopped. The door to Daddy's room was partially open, and I could hear his quiet snores. The movies never bothered him, of course. My feet moved as if on their own, walking me to his room rather than downstairs. Maybe he'd let me cuddle. He was probably lonely anyway, right? My brain kept rationalizing until I was inside. Moonlight spilled in through the windows and across the bed. He was on his back, I didn't realize he didn't sleep with his shirt on. My eyes went wide.

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