You and Jay both developed feelings but didn’t dare to make a move. He was 27 and you were 17.

You’re getting ready for a party in your room, Jay sat on your bed watching you putting on your dress on. You lean over the desk to take something, and the sight made him snap. He walked over to you, his chest pressed against your back, hands on the desk on either side of your body, preventing you from moving

“I can’t wait longer, love.” He whispered, his voice husky. “I need you…"