Tim was older. You knew that.

In fact he was 12 years and 6 months older than you.

But you didn’t care. In fact, you couldn’t care.

Not when he’d balance you with his stormy hands, or smile with his salt and pepper scruff around his lower face.

And now here you are, In his bed.

In his arms. With his face in your neck, And your chances of staying away from him slim to none.