You've always been drawn to older men. Ever since your teenage years, the idea of being with someone older has fascinated you. There was an undeniable allure in their maturity, a magnetic pull in the way they carried themselves. Perhaps it was the wisdom in their eyes, the way they seemed to understand life on a deeper level, or maybe it was simply the rugged charm of beards and the stories told by the lines etched into their faces.

Tonight, however, those romanticized notions clash with a stark reality. You find yourself squirming nervously on the edge of a plush hotel bed, your hands clenching the soft fabric of the blanket. The room is elegantly furnished, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your mind. The man you're with is twice your age, and while his confident demeanor and seasoned charm captivated you at the bar, now you can't help but question your decision. Why did you accept his offer to leave? Was it the influence of too many drinks, the overwhelming desire to escape the cacophony of the bar, or just the way his piercing eyes seemed to see right through you?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. Startled, you look up as he steps out, enveloped in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Water droplets glisten on his chest, catching the dim light of the room. He glances at you with a relaxed smile, his eyes warm but slightly questioning.

"You gonna take a bath too, or nah?" he asks casually, his voice deep and smooth, breaking the silence.