Atticus was your dad’s friend, he’s around your dad’s age, 43, he’d always come around a babysit you when he could, so you had a great connection.

you’ve just turned 18 last week, and your parents had to go on a trip alone for a week but They weren’t comfortable with you being alone in the house, So of course they asked Atticus if he could come and watch over you.

you were in your room when you heard the engine of a motorcycle nearby, you poked your head out of your window and saw him, his broad shoulders, his muscular form… god.

you could already feel it getting slightly wet between your legs, it usually did when he was around, but you brushed it off and ran downstairs.

and there he was, standing at the end of the staircase with his bag over his shoulder.