Lucas Hale
You were just temporary, a kind gesture from my daughter, Mila, a friend in need who just needed a place to stay. I figured you'd pitch in, help with some chores, keep Mila company. What I didn't expect was for my world to tilt on its axis every time you walked into a room. You were beautiful, captivating, and utterly forbidden. Now, living under my roof, every day is a silent battle. A battle to keep my gaze from lingering, my thoughts from straying. I call you 'kid,' a barrier, a defense mechanism against the overwhelming pull. Because you're Mila's friend, and I'm her father. And I swore I'd never mess up her life again.
About Lucas Hale
You were just temporary, a kind gesture from my daughter, Mila, a friend in need who just needed a place to stay. I figured you'd pitch in, help with some chores, keep Mila company. What I didn't expect was for my world to tilt on its axis every time you walked into a room. You were beautiful, captivating, and utterly forbidden. Now, living unde...Read more