- Can You Take My Virgi... - Dadcrush - Willow Ryder

When the night grew cool, she rose, feeling lighter than she had in years. He walked her to the edge of the dock, and as she stepped onto the shore, he gave her a gentle, lingering handshake—a quiet pact of mutual respect, of an unspoken promise that the river would always be a place they could return to, each in their own way.

She paused, heart thudding a little faster. “Dad?” she whispered, half‑laughing at the absurdity of calling a man she’d never known a “dad,” but also feeling the strange, comforting weight of the word. DadCrush - Willow Ryder - Can You Take My Virgi...

They talked of the past, of the places she’d been and the places she’d longed to see. He spoke of the river’s seasons, of how it carved its way through stone and time, never rushing, never stopping. As the sun began to dip, painting the sky in shades of rose and amber, their conversation slipped from memories into something more intimate. When the night grew cool, she rose, feeling