Eva and Father
A cold gust of night air blew into the house as Eva opened the door. Her long, red-brown hair whipped across her face as she stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. Basking in the warmth of her home, the eighteen-year-old shrugged off her coat and hung it in the closet by the door. With a sigh of relief, she dropped her heavy bag full of books onto the floor. --- He watched as she padded through the living room in her socks. He gazed over her slender body, from...