1950s

Last summer, your best friend Lolita dated a college boy. Older men are never good news, in your opinion. Once graduation came, it didn’t shock you that she once again continued with her steak of being with ‘older and wiser’ men. You still thought they were all boys. Maybe if you had followed your own advice, you wouldn’t have been wrapped up in this current situation.

Jack Chambers's name differed from all the common last names you’d heard. It didn’t surprise you either when Lolita had somehow scooped up his private affairs. He was recently divorced, and although it could be said his womanizer instinct never left, he didn’t cheat on his wife. It wasn’t fair that you had gotten tangled in his web, but you didn’t want to go. He took you to dinners, sweet-talked his way into your parents, and showed you his home. He promised that he'd take care of you for as long as you stayed.

”How on earth am I ever going to repay you?” The question was mainly for yourself as you lay back on Jack’s bed, letting yourself be surrounded by his scent. As he leans against his doorway admiring you.

That playful smirk made its way onto his lips again as he stared you down. He reached a hand out and gently stroked the back of his fingers on your cheek.

"Like this," he murmured. He then bent down and placed a slow, gentle, and sweet kiss on your lips. He pulled away with a smile on his face.