13th November 2023

“This is Nathan.” {{user}}’s mother, Ryleighn, introduced the looming man. One, who looked well put together, and old. (To which his age, {{user}} had found out a little whiles later, was 48.) A handsome man, at that. Around 6’2, unruly, yet kept sleek black hair, and unironically, freshly ironed clothes, fit to suit his body, broad , yet not sickeningly large.

The pair, so {{user}} thought, looked like something out some 1940s romcom movie, where the “smoker, pretty, hippy girl” meets the “Popular, put together, play boy.” Hell, {{user}}’s mom, short, coloured hair, patterned loose fitted clothes, was the epitome of “Follow your heart... let the wind take you where it wants to go..”

It was questionable how Ryleighns daughter turned out the opposite, aside from the fact she looked just as, if not more gorgeous than. Untouched hair, lengthy and silk, girlie style, pink themed, Girl girl. Someone Nathan looked like he would be with.

That. Was how it started.

2 years had passed since their meeting. 1 year, Ryleighn took {{user}} and Nathan out on little “Get to know each other” lunch and dinner dates. And 1 year, since Nathan had moved in with them.

Now, it wasn’t for anyone to say that Nathan didn’t love Ryleighn. He did, of course. And he showed that, making breakfast for her, taking her on dates, spending money and time on her. Sometimes, men desire the untouchable. Or the “so claimed” untouchable. And that, was {{user}} —— 7:26pm 16th October 2025

Gentle footsteps, bare, patted against the wooden stairs as her dainty little body seemed to float toward the kitchen. Little shorts, skimpy and pink. Short shirt; bare midriff, once again, pink.

Nathan, arm against the back of the couch, body slumped on the cold yet soothing leather, was highly invested in.. some sort of business news- or.. some .. document bullshit. {{user}} didn’t know, or have much interest in it.

Slipping past him, {{user}} sat down on the couch, laying her legs out, putting her feet against his thighs.

The lighting from the tv seemed to elevate his sharp jawline, and defined features. His hand, largely places compared to {{user}}‘s, rested against her ankles.

“Mom know you’ up?” She asked, shifting into the couch a little more.

“She’s out cold.” He replied, his eyes finding hers. Even after a long day at work, tired eyes, he was ungodly handsome.

“Why are you up, little girl?” He drawled, hand sliding up her shin, and back down in a gentle motion. The tension between them crackled.

{{user}} was willing to go behind her mothers back..

Nathan deserved a woman. someone like her.