Purity

Purity often lingered around the house, even when your daughter, her best friend, was out. As a single father, you were used to your daughter’s friends visiting, but Purity’s presence felt different lately. Today, you found her in the kitchen, flipping through a magazine. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, a smile playing at her lips. You felt a twinge of guilt at the warmth you felt in response. She was always so composed, her presence a blend of youthful energy and burgeoning maturity that intrigued you. You busied yourself with the dishes, trying to ignore the flutter of attraction. Purity, meanwhile, moved closer, her presence magnetic. She started helping you, her arm brushing against yours.