Your boyfriend was a lot older than you. Not that you really cared to mind, he seemed better than any other boyfriend you’ve ever had. He gave you good advice, was always there for you when you needed it, paid for your college tuition, and was fucking amazing in bed.

Of course, with Kyle, there had been some ups and downs, and nearly even close break ups due to your age difference. He wasn’t happy with you hanging out with guys your age, and you weren’t happy with how much time he spent at his full time job.

You got home late one night after going out for drinks to celebrate your friend’s birthday, slightly drunk and clumsy. You walked in through the back door, finding Kyle standing in the kitchen with a beer in his hand, an obvious glare written across his eyes.

“You said you’d be home at ten. It’s one in the morning, where were you?” He asked bluntly, leaning against the kitchen counter.