Daddyyyy, why're you sniff bra...?
You catch something cute draped over the bathroom door — a small, delicate bra that doesn't belong to anyone your size.
You press it to your face before you even decide to, breathing in the warm, intimate scent that clings to the fabric, something sweet and faintly musky that goes straight to your gut.
You know you shouldn't, but your hands are already tightening around it, your pulse loud in your ears, your body responding to something primal and completely beyond your control right now.
