robby holding on tight to your hand, the other wrapped around his cock fisting it at a languid pace, shushing your silent cries when you let jack fuck your ass for the first time.
he’s rubbing circles against the back of your hand with his thumb, his eyes glued to jack’s position behind you.
“shhhh, you’re okay sweetheart, it hurts a little huh?”he coos, squeezing your hand a little tighter when you let out a small yelp, you nod your head against where it rests on his thighs.
“i know, baby, i know, it’ll feel so good in a sec, promise, and i know you’re making jackie feel really good, such a good girl, our sweet little angel”
You want to control me. You want all the power to yourself. You do. You always do. Look at me, Grace. Grace, look at me! I want you to see this, Grace. I want you to see this! Grace! I want you to see who I am. I want you to see that I am not a man who can be controlled. You mentioned the rules. There's nothing in the rules about killing a family member.
SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH
in READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026)
dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
Warnings: smut, masturbating, p in v, kinda sub Dennis, Dennis wants reader to stop because he's scared of Robby (he enjoys it), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f and m receiving), praise, a pinch of degradation, spanking, fluff, Whitaker is really caring and sweet (ugh I love him so much), vouyerisum, a bit of inexperienced Whitaker, mentions of a minnor injury, mentions of blood.
Summary: You end up living with Whitaker after your dad asks him to house-sit. He was very clear about the rules before he left, and how you were strictly off limits. But some feelings aren't easy to control.
This was in my drafts and I somehow finished it. I'm stuck on the second part of Payback, so I'll probably be dropping fics until I can finally finish it a nd post it, but it's definitely coming.
"WHAT?!" You shriek at your father, who just told you that Whitaker is going to house sit while he goes on his three-month-long midlife crisis.
"Why are you freaking out? You won't have to come over to water the plants and get the mail" He says dismisively, looking back at the TV. Is he crazy? Did he forget?
You stare at him, completely dumbfounded. "You forgot, didn't you?"
"Forget what?" He says chuckling
"That I don't have an apartment this year." He turns his head slowly, his eyes widen like he's seen a ghost.
"Fuck." You shake your head. You're starting your clinical year, so you don't need to be that close to campus anymore and you have decided to live at home. "I can tell him to forget it."
You sigh, "No, it's okay, Dad. I'm pretty sure he's relieved he gets to save some money on rent, plus it'll be nice not to be alone here."
"Are you sure?" You nod.
The next day, he told Whitaker about the change of plans. After his shift, you went to pick up your father. He told you to wait for him in the staff lounge. You're scrolling on your phone when Whitaker comes in. You can't help but look him up and down; you've always thought he was cute, but he has gotten stronger; you knew he's been living with Santos, and right now, you can tell, he doesn't have the childish haircut he had last year. You give him a warm smile, which he responds to.
"Didn't expect to see you here" He says taking a seat in front of you
"I have to pick up your boss." You laugh
"Umm, he told me about the situation with your apartment. It's okay if you don't want me there; the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, especially in your own house." He's scratching the back of his neck.
"Oh no! Not at all. I would love the company. To be honest, Dad was supposed to be home so we could spend time together. This sabbatical was a last-minute impulse of his." Santos opens the door and both of you snap up to look at her.
"Huckleberry! Robby is looking for you; he needs help with a patient." He nods and immediately gets up and walks out the door. You scoff. This is why you hate picking him up. You make your way to the ambulance bay. After a couple of minutes, your dad's next to you.
"Did you talk to Whitaker?"
"I did. He's staying." You see him nod.
Today is the day your dad is leaving. He was supposed to leave last night, but after you were nagging at him that it was late and a stupid decision, he agreed to leave the next day. Whitaker is there, Robby's explaining everything about the house rules and he also wants to have a talk with him.
"Those are all the basic rules. Now I do want to talk with you, regarding a really important matter, so I need you to pay attention." His voice is dark and his face is stern. Dennis almost shits his pants right there. "The only reason why I'm letting you live here alone with my daughter for three months is because I trust you. I told you that you can't have people over, but that doesn't mean that my daughter is a backup for whatever need you may have." Robby put his hands over his eyes. "If I somehow find out there's some funny business going on, I will personally escort you to the emergency room. Got it?" Dennis swallows hard. This isn't the same Robby who gave him advice on setting boundaries with Amy yesterday.
"Yes, I understand." He nods quickly. He's regretting agreeing to this, but you were so sweet and he didn't want you to be alone in the house. He also thinks you're cute, and if he were confident enough and you weren't his boss's daughter, he would've definitely slept with you by now, and even try to be in a relationship.
"Alright," He walks into the house, where you're making sure he packed everything he might need. "Okay, honey, I'm leaving." He picks up the bag and gives you a kiss and a hug. "Be careful, if anything happens, call Jack, and also call me. I'll try to get home as soon as possible." You nod "I love you"
"I love you too, Daddy." You let him go and follow him to the door. As soon as you see him drive away, tears begin to fall from your eyes. Dennis can't help but hug you and try to calm you down.
"Hey, it's okay. He'll be back soon." You nod, you knew your father needed this, but you were scared of him being by himself.
You get home and call out for Whitaker as soon as you walk through the door. It's been a month already, and things have been going great. Dennis helps you cook, clean, takes care of the backyard, and he's amazing company; the only thing is that he barely makes any noise, and you forget he's there. When you confirm that you're alone, you go take a shower and decide to start making dinner for the two of you. After an hour, you see him walk through the door. He looks exhausted; today was supposed to be his day off, but by the looks of it, he went to Amy's.
"You okay? You look horrible." You giggle
He opens the fridge and gets some water. "I had to spend the entire day fixing fences and also babysitting." The comment made you roll your eyes. When your dad told you about the situation, you thought it was sweet that he was helping her out, but now you noticed that he was right. She's depending too much on him; he has to go over after he's done with his shift instead of being able to rest. You feel...jealous.
You nod, "Maybe you should listen to advice." Your tone is a bit snappy, and he looks down at his shoes. "You need to rest to be able to do your job correctly; you could get sued." Denni's eyes widen. Yes, he knew that at some point in his career, that was inevitable, but he had never thought that helping Amy could be a reason.
"I just feel bad and I'm not sure how to let her know that I'm done." His hand runs through his hair and you can't help but stare. You look away to the pan before he notices
"Just be honest. I think it's sweet you were willing to help, but she can't expect you to just volunteer at the farm for the rest of your life, unless there's a chance that you might develop a relationship with her." You lower your voice for the last part of the sentence, you don't want to sound like you're trying to be all up in his business, and you're also afraid of the answer.
"Oh! No, no. No relationship." You can't help but slightly smile at that.
"Well, that's a bigger reason for you to break things off. So you can focus on meeting people, if that's what you want, and also her. You just need to tell her the truth, that your career comes first and that helping her is just too much for you to handle. She needs to figure something out; she has kids."
He lets out a sigh, and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. "You're right, I just want to help her fix most of the things that I know she can't, and then it's over." You nod and smile at him; he's too good for his own good.
A couple of weeks have passed and you can finally admit to yourself that you have a huge crush on Dennis. He has brought you your favorite ice cream, just because and he has cooked for you some of your favorite meals when he sees you're a bit down. He changed the oil in your car when you asked him if he could go with you to the shop, because it made you uncomfortable to go alone, and hung a shelf in your room when he saw you trying to do it. All of these simple tasks have completely changed your view of him, so you've been trying to get his attention, wearing really short pajama pants and really thin shirts, like some sort of desperate teenager. You wake up to the sound of the lawnmower, it's 8:00 am, and you were looking forward to sleeping late today, your classes start soon, so you want to take advantage of the last weeks of freedom. You look out your window and what you saw knocked out the sleep you had left. Dennis was mowing the lawn, shirtless, the sun was hitting his skin and you could see each muscle in his back and arms. You felt a tingle go straight down to your pussy. You were so needy; it's been a while since you had sex. Yes, you had toys to take care of your needs, but you were at a point where you needed actual human contact. You decided to go down, not even bothering to cover up. You make your way over to the door that leads to the backyard and stand there calling him. When he turns to you, he gives you a smile
"Morning" You smile back at him. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
You shake your head, you weren't going to make him feel bad after he was helping. "You want some breakfast?"
He nods, "I'm almost done, maybe in like 20 minutes." You nod and head back inside. You start making breakfast and you can't help but think about how good he looks. After 20 minutes, he was inside, sitting down and eating. "Thank you. I could've made myself something"
"Don't worry." You sit next to him and start eating. If you weren't so focused on your email, you would've seen the way he looked at you up and down and how he had to put the shirt he was using to clean his sweat on his lap. "I thought you had work today."
"I covered a double, so I'm free today and tomorrow" You nod
"What about Amy? Does she know?" You tried to sound as normal as possible
"I didn't tell her. I wanted to relax today," He says, taking both of your plates and going to the sink.
You laugh, "Yet you were mowing the lawn." He blushes as he looks at you with a shy expression. "I'll do the dishes. Why don't you take a shower and go to sleep, or lie in bed or on the couch, just do nothing today, rest." He giggles.
"Are you sure?" You nod and get up "Okay" you start cleaning and organizing the kitchen. You head back to your room to take care of your little problem. On the way to your room, you were focused on finding some porn that would be worth enough to watch, and as soon as you entered your room, you found it. You closed the door, or you thought you did, but it was left a bit open. Enough that if you looked, you'd see directly to your bed. You looked into your drawer and pulled out your vibrator. You took off all of your clothes and lay face up on the bed, legs spread open. You started to play the video, trying to "warm up" a bit more, not that it was necessary; you started pinching and rolling your nipples, and a loud gasp left your mouth. After a couple of minutes, your hand made its way down to your pussy. You rubbed a few slow circles on your clit and ran your fingers down to your entrance; you were embarrassingly wet. You took the vibrator and it buzzed to life. As soon as it touched your puffy clit a loud moan left your lips, not worrying if Whitaker heard you. If you hadn't been so worried about getting off, you would've seen a pair of blue eyes looking at you.
Dennis was about to shower when he remembered he had left his phone in the kitchen. He went over to get and when he was coming back to finally shower, he heard you gasp. He almost knocked and asked if you were okay, but since the door was cracked, he decided to take a peek, in case it was nothing. But what he saw knocked the air out of him. You were fully naked, pinching and rolling your nipples, legs spread open. He could clearly see your pussy, his pants started to feel tight, he tried to snap out of it and go shower, but his feet wouldn't move. When he saw your hand touch and spread your pussy he had to cover his mouth. You were wet, he could see your pussy glistening and his hand went down to rub his cock over his pants. When he heard you moan as soon as the vibrator touched your clit he sucked in a breath. You looked so good, he debated on walking in and fucking you right there. He wasn't dumb; he noticed you started wearing really short pajamas and really flimsy shirts, none of which left anything to the imagination, in front of him, but Robby's words were echoing in his head. The warning had been clear. And now he felt disgusted with himself. He trusted you to be around his daughter and here you are, looking at her touching herself and hearing her pretty moans, without her knowing. A loud and breathy fuck left your lips and Dennis's eyes snapped towards you again. You were close, your back arched off the bed, your legs tightened and the hand that was holding your phone, which was long gone, fisted the sheets. More moans, desperate "please" and "fuck" left your lips and then with a quiet gasp and a shriek, you came, your legs were shaking and you dropped the vibrator on the bed. Your chest was heaving up and down, but Dennis wasn't ready for what you were about to do. Your hand slipped down, rubbing your slit and then two fingers disappeared into your cunt, his breath hitched; he wanted to cum so bad; it had been a while. Then you put your fingers in your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself, licking them clean and Dennis couldn't take it anymore. He made his way quietly to the bathroom, where he fisted his cock and came harder than ever. After his high wore off, he looked in the mirror; horror was written all over his face. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to live there with you after what he saw and act like nothing happened.
After you calmed down from your little alone time, you got up and took a shower. You don't think you've ever came that hard from the vibrator, but you were sure thinking of Dennis fucking you helped. After getting dressed, you went downstairs. You didn't see Dennis the rest of the day. You decided to start making dinner and put on some music, not too loud, so you wouldn't wake him up. You were chopping some vegetables when his voice startled you, and the knife cut your finger; a sharp pain ran through all the way through your arm.
"FUCK!" As soon as you dropped the knife on the counter, he ran next to you, prying your hand out of the injured finger.
"Shit! I'm so sorry. Let me see." His voice was desperate and full of worry; he felt absolutely horrible. Blood covered your finger and hand and he couldn't see the cut. He turned on the water and then grabbed your hand. He asked you to move your finger, and then pinched the skin around the cut. "Okay, everything seems intact, let's rinse it." He tightened the grip on your hand when you moved it back as soon as the water touched the cut. "I know it stings." His voice is calm and comforting, "Is there a first aid kit around here?"
You nod, "It's under the sink, in the bathroom on the hall"
"Ok, keep your finger there. I'll be right back." You see him run to the bathroom and he quickly comes back. He starts washing the skin around the cut, and you lightly flinch. "I'm sorry, I have to clean it, I'll be gentle." You nod. "Ok, I'll turn off the water; it'll start bleeding again, so I'll apply some pressure." Your phone rings, it's your dad. You answer and put it on speaker.
"Hey daddy"
"Hey baby"
"Fuck! Whitaker, that hurts!" A high pitch yelp leaves your mouth and you're dad almost has a heart attack"
"WHAT?!" Dennis looks like a deer in headlights, he saw his entire flash before his eyes as soon as he hear Robby's tone.
"She cut her finger. I'm applying some pressure."
"Is it deep?" Your dad immediately went into doctor mode
"No, nothing some steri strips can't fix."
"Alright, baby, text me when you finish over there, okay?"
"Okay, bye," He hung up. "Dennis, it's throbbing."
"Okay, let's lift it; five minutes should do the trick." He walks a bit closer to you and guides your hand to rest on top of his shoulder, while still applying pressure. Your heart almost stops beating. He's so close and you can feel heat rush to your face. He looks at you, and a little smile appears on his face. "Is that better?"
"Yes, much better." You give him a shy smile, his blue eyes are focused on your face and you can see them move to your mouth and then back up to your eyes. His thumb starts caressing your skin, and you feel like you've stopped breathing. Whether he was doing it on purpose or unconsciously, you didn't know and you didn't care.
He did it on purpose, even putting your hand over his shoulder. He wanted you, but he couldn't have you, so he would take any opportunity that was given to him to drive you crazy.
Five minutes passed and he gently removed your hand from his shoulder. He slowly lifts the gauze to make sure the bleeding has stopped. He stares at it, and then he takes another gauze.
"I'm going to dry the area. If it hurts, let me know?"
"Okay," He cleans the skin thoroughly and gently. Your dad was never that gentle.
"All done. I'm going to put these on now. Try to be as still as possible" He starts pinching the edges of your cut together and then puts on the strips. When he's done, he smiles at your finger. "Looks like nothing ever happened." You pull your hand from his grip and inspect the area. It really looks nice and you smile. He grabs your hand back, applies some ointment to it, and covers it with some gauze and tape. "All done! Keep it dry until tomorrow and the stitches will fall on their own." He starts putting away the thing he used.
"Will do! Thank you, Dr. Whitaker." He felt a jolt of electricity travel to his dick; he didn't know why. But the way you said it did something to him.
He turns and gives you a smile. "How about we buy some food?" He wanted to avoid you, but he felt bad, it was his fault you cut your finger.
"I would like that"
"Perfect, I'll go change." You run to your room to get ready, then go eat, joking and talking about whatever comes to mind. You're actually enjoying your night, but you've noticed that Dennis keeps looking at you up and down. You try to shake it off, you're probably just overthinking it because you want him really bad. You head home and sit to watch some TV, until you decide to go to bed. You repeated what you did that morning, but unfortunately for Dennis, this time the door was fully closed. He waited with his ear to the door. He was about to give up when he heard you moan. A smirk appeared on his face and he felt his cock get hard. His hand made its way into his pants and with every moan that left your mouth, he gave his cock a squeeze and a light tug. After you came, he went to his room and took care of his problem. The next day, he woke up early and went over to his apartment. He needed to keep his distance from you. He sent you a text telling you where he was, you were a bit disappointed that you were by yourself that day. You've gotten used to having him around.
The next two weeks were definitely weird. You noticed he was avoiding you; he barely looked at you when he talked to you and it was just to check on your cut. He was also spending more time in his apartment. You have no idea if it had anything to do with Amy, but you were getting annoyed with the situation. Your friends picked you up, you were going out for drinks. After they dropped you off, you headed inside, definitely tipsy and feeling bold. You saw Dennis sitting on the couch, you lowered your shirt, showing your cleavage, and you made your way over to him. He definitely heard you come in, but he didn't bother looking at the door; it annoyed you.
"Hi," You said happily, putting your arms on the armrest and pushing out your tits.
He looked at you and you saw his eyes widen quickly when he saw your chest. "Oh, hi. I thought you were going to be out a little longer."
You let out a sigh. "I was. But I changed my mind." Your eyes trailed his body up and down, and you swore you saw a small tent appear in his pants. Your eyes focused on that spot and he chuckled slightly and straightened himself up.
"I see," He looked back at the TV, and you weren't going to be ignored.
"Did I do something wrong?" You say as you stand in front of him, brows furrowing. He looks at you in confusion. "You've been ignoring me and leaving. Are you seeing Amy again?" You cross your arms; that's clearly none of your business, but you couldn't bear the thought of him spending so much time with another girl.
He lets out a breath, "No, I'm not seeing Amy. And you didn't do anything wrong; it's me who can do something wrong." You had an idea of what he was referring to, but you were definitely going to find out exactly what he meant. He leans his head back as he runs his hands through his face. You quickly get on his lap, straddling him, his head snaps up and his hands go straight to your hips to try to push you off of him. You grab his wrist and grind down on his lap, his cock getting harder by the second. "I-We- You need to get off."
"Why?" You get closer, and you whisper in his ear: "You're clearly enjoying it?" He lets out a whimper, and you swear you almost passed out right there. You move your face to look at him, one of his hands grabs the back of your head and pushes your lips against his. You can't help but moan and his hips buck up. He pulls back
"I can't do this, Robby wi-"
"He's not here and he won't find out. Please, Dennis, I need you." You move to kiss and lick his neck. His fingers grab your hair and pull your head back, exposing your neck. He gives you an open-mouth kiss that makes you gasp.
"Let's go to your room then." His voice is low and sends a shiver down your spine. You giggle and get up. You grab his hand and guide him to your room. He closes the door behind him and pulls you over to him. His lips attack your lips and make their way to your neck, nipping the skin. You start walking backwards to your bed until the back of your knees hit the bed. "Wa-wait," You pull back and look at him. "I haven't really done this." Your eyes widen "that much. I don't want to make you waste your time."
"It's okay, I don't mind and I heard you're a fast learner." It's not like you're an expert either, you had a situashionship (which didn't last long) at the beginning of your undergrad and you've hooked up a couple of times with Jesse. You give him a reassuring smile and he smiles back. He starts taking off his clothes, your mouth waters at the sight, his pink tip has a fat bead of precum on it and the veins on his cock make you press your thighs together. Then takes off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear; you weren't wearing a bra and he licked his lips.
"Lie down." You do as you're told, he lies on top of you, his hand immediately lands on your breast, kneading while he kisses you. You bite his lips and as soon as he gasps, your tongue invades his mouth. His cock is pressed against your thigh and you can feel the precum on your skin. His mouth moves directly to one of your nipples, one of his hands preventing him from putting his body weight on you, while the other caresses your side. His hot mouth feels amazing. Your hands fly to his hair. He sucks, licks, and bites your nipple until it feels raw, and then he moves to the other one, doing the same thing. When he's satisfied, he starts trailing kisses down your stomach until he reaches your clothed pussy. He gives it a few kisses, making you whine. His fingers hook to the side and pull them down. He spreads your legs and a moan leaves his lips as soon as he sees your bare, wet pussy spread open for him. "Can I?" He asks shyly, and you nod. "I'm not sure how to do it. The girl I was with didn't let me. " There's clear embarrassment in his voice; you give him a warm smile.
"I can guide you." He nods, you feel nervous and excited, you've never had to teach a guy how to eat you out before, but you're definitely not complaining. "Give it a nice slow lick," He moans as soon as his tongue touches your slit and you gasp. "Fuck, keep going, baby." After a while, he was more comfortable with his actions.
"I can do it by myself now," He mumbles with his face buried in you. You were expecting him to do the same movements over and over, but he sucked your clit. Your legs tried to close and he pushed them away. He started sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You were starting to moan until a particularly hard suck made you scream and pull away. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"It's okay. Keep going, what you were doing before felt really good." He nodded and you pushed his head back between your legs. "You can add a finger now." Without pulling his mouth away, you felt a finger run up and down your slit, before he pushed it inside slowly. "Yes, now move it in and out." He follows your order and you start feeling yourself getting closer. "Fuck, I'm close." A whine left your lips and he pulled away, his finger was still moving inside you.
"I don't want you coming yet." You feel another finger prod at your entrance. He pushes inside and the stretch makes your back arch. "You like that, baby?" You nod, his words making you dizzy. He curls his fingers up, hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. And his mouth attaches to your clit again. "I want you to come all over my fingers and my mouth, please." You're gripping the sheets harder than ever, his licks speed up and before you know it, you're cumming. He holds you down.
"Fuck, it's too much," But he doesn't stop, your moans flood the room, and you're trying to pull away, but he's too strong.
"That's a good girl." He finally removes his fingers from inside you and lies next to you. You take his hand and press his fingers over his lips.
"Lick them, clean baby. Be a good boy for me." Where did this side of you come from? You don't know. He opens his mouth and you see his tongue lap up at the mess you left on his fingers. When you decide he's had enough, you make your way down and take half of his cock into your mouth, the taste of his precum floods your mouth, and you moan. You start moving your head up and down, while jerking the part of his cock that doesn't fit. He fists your hair and guides your movements, making you suck him faster until he pulls you off.
"I'm not going to be able to fuck you if you keep doing that." You smile at him and get on all fours on the bed, making sure that your chest is against the mattress. He groans at the sight and he quickly gets up and positions himself behind you. He taps his cock on your ass before he rubs it up and down your wet slit. You push back. "So fucking desperate. You're so beautiful."
"Please." You whimpered, your head felt fuzzy and you just wanted him to fuck you. You felt a sharp slap on your ass, followed by three more. Before you could say something else, he pushed himself completely inside you, you tensed up and felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. He was big. He started moving, slowly letting you get adjusted to the intrusion. He rubs your hips gently.
"You need to relax for me." You let out a breath, and you feel your muscles relax. "You're doing really well. That's it. I got you, baby." You let out a moan.
"Faster." You popped your ass back a bit more, and he felt even deeper. His hips start moving faster.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this what came to your mind every night you used your vibrator?" You let out a gasp. How did he know all that?
"Wh-"
"You need to make sure your door is completely closed next time you want to act like a slut. Unless you wanted to purposely give me a free show." He smacks your ass again, harder than before. His pace quickens, you can't think, moans and gasps are the only things that are coming out of your mouth and his. His grip on your hips is hard, his nails dig into your skin, giving you a bit of pain that makes you focus back on him fucking you.
"You should've come in and fucked me right there."
"Fuck, trust me, I wanted to so fucking bad." You moan.
"I wanted you to fill me up so bad."
"Shit! You need to shut up"
"Why? You know you want to. Let go, baby, cum deep inside me." His moans get louder, you start fucking yourself on his cock.
"I'm about to cum" His hips start stuttering
"You're so deep inside my pussy, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me." That was it, his moans got louder and his thrusts turned sloppy until he was barely able to move; he felt like he had been hit by a truck. He let out a bunch of groans and whimpers when you wouldn't stop moving yourself on his cock, milking him dry. Until he almost collapsed on top of you. He pulled out and plopped himself next to you. You started peppering kisses all over his face, and he wrapped his arms around you. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and then you came back with a warm, wet towel to clean him. As soon as the towel made contact with his dick, he flinched. "I know it's sensitive, baby. I'll be careful." You finally cleaned him up and went back to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed you into his chest. "Are you okay?" You asked, nuzzling into his warm chest.
"Yes. You? I probably wasn't that good." You couldn't help but giggle.
"You were amazing."
"I'm sorry, I was avoiding you. I just really like you and your dad trusted me, and I fucked up. He's goi-" You put your hand over his mouth, you knew exactly what he was going to say
"Hey, it's okay, really. And for the record, I like you too." He sighs and a bitter smile appears on his face. He wanted to ask you out.
"I would love for you to be my girlfriend but Robby wo-"
You kiss him. "My father is just going to have to get over it."
"So is that a yes?" You nod, he gives you a kiss, and you hug him. How are you going to tell him you both broke his rules, you don't know, you'll cross that bridge when you get there.
