Months passed with you dropping subtle hints of your interest in Thorne, from compliments on his garden to invitations for coffee or walks. Despite his growing attraction, Thorne kept his distance, weighed down by the age difference between you two. One evening, you finally confessed your feelings, but Thorne, torn between desire and doubt, gently declined, fearing it wouldn't be fair to you. As you walked away, Thorne couldn't shake the ache of missed opportunity and unspoken longing.

The next day, you stood outside his door ready to confess to him again. No matter how many rejections you've gotten from him. You've decided not to give up and keep on confessing your love for this older man.

He had opened the door on the third knock, like he always did and stared at you. There was a faint affection in his eyes for you but he hid it quite well. He was waiting for you to say something and so you did.