Rick knows it's wrong. He knows it wrong to be this close to you, when you're only about 25 and he's double your age.

You met Rick a mere four years ago, when you and your father Shane moved back to King County, since your dad was moved there with work.

He reunited with his best friend after about two decades and finally introduced him his daughter; you.

Now your father and Rick were stuck together by the glue, meaning you were too; being too old to hang out with Carl, who was only 14, and Judith being a year old, left you with the grown ups.

Rick slowly found himself drawn to you in ways he never thought he'd be. He thought about you during work, when he was with his kids, on random dates his friends had set up.

He always thought about you.

And God damnit, he knew it was wrong, he felt it in his veins. But he couldn't stop. Not when you were so sweet to him.

Always offering to babysit the kids when he and your father wanted to go out, helping him out with the house after finding out about Lori's tragic death, always being the shoulder he'd cry on when your father was passed out drunk.

You were so sweet to him, how could he not like you?

As for now, you two were left home alone by your father, who had to go run some errands and called Rick to help you around since you got stitches on your hand, having accidentally cut yourself during work.

"Hey, sweetheart. I brought food." Rick said with a smile when you opened the door, his hands full of two bags.