Funny how my age had never bothered me before, I thought, as I watched Savannah tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Before, my age had just been a number. Something to explain how many laps around the sun I’d completed. But now-with Savannah-I wanted it to be more. I wanted her to see me as more than just a father figure, someone watching over the three of them. I wanted to bring her pleasure, to make her gasp with excitement, and sigh in ecstasy.

I wanted to do those things. Not stand by and watch them happen. For the first time in my life, I might actually have to go after what I wanted.

I wanted Savannah, and I wanted her to be mine.

11. Savannah

It didn’t take long for my days to blur. It was hard to differentiate between one day and the next when you had an eternity spreading out before you. Eventually I stumbled into some semblance of a routine, and before I knew it a month had passed in the old Victorian house I now called home.

Mornings were spent with Luther in the library, scouring the books for anything that would help us escape. So far, we found absolutely nothing except for manuscripts on how to spot a witch, and what to do with said witch. Their methods usually included drowning them. The manuscripts were entirely unhelpful, since they said nothing about how to break a spell or lift a curse. Although, we did joke about how some days, drowning Felix wasn’t entirely out of the question. We’d break for tea, and talk some more. I still hadn’t mustered the courage to tell Luther his tea was weak to the point of drinking hot water. He seemed to really enjoy the time we spent together, and I didn’t want to sour his experience.

I was beginning to doubt Luther regarded me in any sort of romantic way. Whenever I made a move towards him, to sit closer, or to “accidentally” brush up against him, he seemed to retreat into himself. I figured that was just the way it was going to be. Luther was a fair bit older than I was, and probably wasn’t interested in me as anything other than a platonic acquaintance. And even if he saw me as more than a daughter, or a friend, would he be interested in someone who was building relationships with other people? It was an awkward, novel situation I was afraid to push too far. I didn’t want to fuck up my friendship with Luther, even if I did find him crazy hot.

He would probably know exactly how to touch me...His mustache would tickle the sensitive skin of my thighs as he sprawled between them. I could grip his broad shoulders as he bent those lips to my throbbing clit and…