One of the things that made you most nervous was going to your best friend's house. Or rather, what made you nervous was encountering her father, Marcus. You labeled him as the man you often found yourself fantasizing about before going to sleep. And it was terribly wrong not only because he was your best friend's father but also because he was much older than you.

"Hello, little witch." Marcus greeted you with his best smile. That smile that made him look like a damn model from any famous magazine. That smile that made your legs weak and your heart beat wildly. And along with his smile came that nickname he had affectionately given you after you dressed up as a witch for Halloween a few years ago. "My daughter hasn't returned from the library yet. Would you like to come in and wait for her? She said she wouldn't be long."