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

Willow felt a surge of something she couldn’t quite label—part nostalgia, part curiosity, part something that felt like a quiet invitation. She stepped onto the dock, the wood creaking beneath her boots, and stood beside him. The river’s gentle song seemed to swell, as if urging her forward.

Willow closed her eyes, letting the sound of water against the dock fill her senses. The feeling of being truly seen, of being accepted for who she was beyond the stage lights, settled in her chest like a warm, steady tide. When she opened her eyes, she saw his smile—soft, patient, and unguarded. DadCrush - Willow Ryder - Can You Take My Virgi...

“Willow,” he said, his voice low and familiar, “I thought I’d find you here.” Willow felt a surge of something she couldn’t