Dear Daddy, Please Praise Me - Luna David Page 0,1
cute,” I admitted.
“See? If you want to do this, I don’t mind helping. You can tell me what you want your letter to say, and I’ll type it out. I can even help you with the profile.”
I shook my head. “I’d still have to respond, and Cuffd doesn’t have speech to text.”
“That’s why I downloaded it on my phone. I can be your speech to text. Hell, I’ll even pay for the subscription this month as an early Christmas present. What do you think?”
The chances of me meeting a guy who wasn’t a tourist in Red Canyon were almost nonexistent unless I tried online dating again. Most of the people who lived here were like Mrs. Avery—I’d known them since childhood. The chances of meeting a Daddy or any other kind of Dom were even worse.
“Okay, but I don’t want this to be a thing we talk about every second of every day. We’re just going to do a quick letter, then I’m going to try not to think about it unless someone responds, okay?”
The fact remained that even if this was the only way I’d have a chance at finding a Daddy, the chances were still slim to none. I refused to get my hopes up.
Leo grinned with unbridled glee. He might look cooler than me, but he was still a goof at heart. That was why we’d been best friends since we were little.
“So… Dear Santa…” he trailed off, waiting for me to continue.
God, how did one go about writing a letter to Santa to ask for a Daddy?
“Uh, Dear Santa. I… um, want a Daddy.”
Leo’s fingers flew across his phone, then he looked up at me for more.
“I’m not too picky or anything. Just someone nice.”
Leo raised his eyebrows in obvious annoyance. “This is your letter to Santa. Santa’s fucking magical. Go big or go home. Tell me about your dream Daddy.”
It seemed like a waste of time. My dream Daddy would never actually want me. I wasn’t a catch like Leo. I was just an awkward, spaghetti noodle, barista boy who talked too much and had no sense of style.
But… Leo was right. Christmas was magical. What did I have to lose? It wasn’t likely someone would respond anyway. And if they did, I’d just consider it a bonus.
What kind of Daddy would I ask for if I knew Santa would bring him to me on Christmas Eve? If I was going to actually do this thing, I might as well dream a little bit.
“Dear Santa, I want a Daddy… who will take care of me.” That was the fantasy that had drawn me to Cuffd in the first place, hoping that a man like that actually existed. I still wasn’t convinced one did.
“I want forehead kisses.”
Leo’s grin widened. “Yes!”
“And games of footsie under the table when we go to dinner.”
His fingers typed quickly, and it was nice that I didn’t have to worry about spelling errors. He wasn’t just my speech to text; he was way better than that. Speech to text was total shit sometimes.
“I want my Daddy to have a beard that will leave beard burn all over my body from his kisses. And I want him to kiss me when we wake up next to each other even if I have morning breath. I want someone who will make me feel special.”
I’d probably gotten a little carried away there, but I didn’t tell Leo to erase it. It felt good to tell someone what I wished for in a relationship even if it was completely unrealistic.
“I’d also like my Daddy to be older than I am.”
I wasn’t sure what Leo would think about that. The last time I’d hit on a guy who was a lot older than I was, he worried for me. But I had been twenty when I’d gone after that guy, and I’d also been pretty drunk. So maybe that was fair.
Leo typed the last line without any change in his expression, so I added in my secret fantasy.
“Extra points if he has a salt-and-pepper beard because those are sexy. Sincerely, Sanders.”
Leo laughed. “We’re not using your name.”
“Right. Do you have an idea for a username?”
He showed me the phone again. At the top it said: Awkward_and_Adorable. “What do you think?”
I felt my cheeks grow hot. “I’m not adorable.”
“Whatever. You absolutely are. I say that in a purely platonic, I’m-happy-with-my-boyfriend way.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Leo had never said anything like that before.