246. Dad Crush -

As she sauntered off, victorious, Elena poked her head from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “How’d it go?”

Mia just shrugged, her cheeks pink. “It’s true. He’s precise.” 246. Dad Crush

Then she looked up. “Also, for the record, you have really nice forearms.” As she sauntered off, victorious, Elena poked her

“Yeah. You know. In a woman. What do you look for?” As she sauntered off