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Turns out nobody thought about the fact that 11:30 Atlanta time is 10:30 Alabama time The reporter’s here an hour early

“Fuck!” Mills laughs, looking panicked

"Shit” I shove my dick into my underwear and button my pants as he does the same He hisses, “Tuck it downokay”

“Because I’m hard as fuck and I just tucked it up into my pants waist,” Miller says

We stand there gaping at each other He laughs and straightens the bedding Then he rubs a hand over the roses

“Dude, this is beautiful You did so good Thank you”

“Open the nightstand drawer, Millsy If you’re that hard, sit in here, let it deflate, and eat some Fun Dip”

“Wuhhh!”

I’ as Miller opens the drahere I stashed his V-Day treats The doorbell rings again, and I hug hi up at me

“I love you, angel Thank you for the sugar high”

I kiss his forehead “Always”

“Go sloith him,” Mills says “Don’t let yourself feel pressured”

“Are we having ‘the talk’, Dad?” I tease

He stands up so he can hug ht and kiss my cheek His hand strokes my back “I’m so da…”

He must mean in therapy I kiss his lips “I love you more”

“I’ve got your V-Day when this guy leaves” Mills cups hi before I hustle to the door, pulling it open for a short, sliray slacks hat I think are…