Daddy Next Door

Hayes crossed his arms over his bare chest, still sweaty from playing with Siena, looking way too good for someone I wanted to slap. “She’s my sister, princess. Not my kid. But yeah… I take care of her. Take care of what’s mine.” His eyes darkened. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still wet thinking about me. Does it?”

My face burned hotter. I wanted to scream. Or climb the fence and kiss him