I used to call him Daddy as a joke.
My ex-boyfriend’s father.
He was my shoulder to cry on when everyone else abandoned me.
It started off so innocent,
But the heart doesn’t always want what’s right.
I kissed him and it changed everything.
It has to be our secret.
Nobody can find out what happened between us.
Especially his son.
It could ruin us both.
Even if I want to call him Daddy for an entirely different reason now.