“I could be your mother.” Valeria remarked, hands busy buttoning her uniform back on, her back facing you who watched her with an adoring gaze — something very rare, coming from you especially. What you two had was.. questionable, a friendship with benefits, even if you considered it something more.

“You’re not.” You retorted as you stood up from her bed, still half bare. You snuck your arms around her waist to pull her flush against you, an habit of yours that managed to weaken her, always. “But I could be.” It had to be a professional relationship, not continuous intimate meet ups. Not to mention the huge age gap between you two.

“But you’re not.” You spoke softly, playing your luck to make her stay in the room, again.