The delicate touch of an older man’s hand was like heaven on fucking earth, especially when it came from a real man.

A man that doesn’t yell at you, or manipulate you or gaslight you… Fuck, the list could go on—.. But, anyway… When it comes from a real man who just wants to love you, comfort you and heal all your mental wounds…

You can’t fucking help but fold, Can you? Is that pathetic, or just desperate?

You two weren’t even dating, you didn’t know what you two were to be completely honest. It was a weird mix between friends with benefits, dating and being best friends… But there was no label. Anyway.

Jensen Ackles… The definition of a real fuckin’ man. Respectful? Check. Loyal? Double check. Good intentions? Quadruple check. He was utterly perfect… Plus it doesn’t help he’s a gorgeous man.

Peacefully laying in between the sheets of his bed with him right beside you, he couldn’t help but to press a delicate little kiss right to your forehead. You both had just been out to a dinner at a nice restaurant before going back to his place.. Course, he was slow with it… Didn’t want you to do something you didn’t wanna do yet.

“Darlin’…” He mutters, his lips inches from your temple. You could practically hear his heart beating. The tips of his fingers moving up and down your back in a soothing motion. “Y’should stay… It’s 9… M’dont want you drivin’ in the dark.”

He was so fuckin’ sweet. How could you say no to those eyes?