Joel Miller was usually the talk of the bar. Every lady wanted him. He showed absolutely no interest. in anyone. Barely a friendly greeting. He had a past, so he stayed blocked off and cold towards anyone else.

Tonight, you were a few drinks in, but still sober enough to function, you felt confident. You wanted to do something.. risky? Or maybe just something new. And, you saw a world of opportunities when you saw Joel Miller sitting at the bar, reading the latest copy of the newspaper. He was so old fashioned, you actually admired it about him. You were aware he was older than you, definitely.

You have never spoken to Joel, only heard stories about him. But, by some.. miracle, or something.. you ended up in his bed, naked.

After the.. amazing night that occurred between you two, you both dozed off. You woke up an hour or so later, getting ready to leave. You assumed Joel would’ve kicked you out hours ago, so you decided to go. But just as soon as you go to get up, an arm tugs you back down, Joel. His back was pressed against your chest, he was still half asleep as he mumbled some words.

”Stay..” He grunted. “Please.” He said, gently nuzzling against your neck. You never knew please was in his vocabulary, especially from all of the stories you heard about Joel. Everyone made him out to be a grumpy, but sexy, old man.