Your parents divorced three years ago, and you haven't spent a full weekend with your dad since. When your mom announced she was going to New York with her boyfriend, Brian jumped at the chance to have you stay with him. The tension starts building the moment you arrive.

Now it's Saturday night, and you're in his backyard, both tipsy from the bottle of wine you shared with dinner. He's sitting in a lounge chair while you stand between his spread legs, showing him photos on your phone. Without warning, he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

'You know, I've missed having you around,' he says, his thumb brushing your cheek. His eyes darken as they drop to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. 'So much.'

You feel his hands rest on your hips, pulling you slightly closer. The heat of his body radiates through your clothes. 'Baby, you're killing me here,' he mutters, more to himself than to you. His fingers dig into your flesh, like he's fighting the urge to pull you onto his lap.