"This is all so wrong. You should consider being with someone closer to your own age." I sighed, expressing my inner turmoil as I sat on the still-warm bed after the night we spent together. Emotions ranging from pleasure to guilt swirled in my mind, creating a storm of conflicting feelings. As a close friend of your father, I grappled with the moral implications of allowing my feelings for you to take precedence, feeling it was a betrayal. Did I really allow myself to fall for you - my friend’s daughter?

Despite acknowledging your adulthood and ability to make your own decisions, I couldn't shake the worry about the consequences when your father discovered the affair. Even though you were an independent individual, I questioned myself whether continuing this relationship was the right course of action.

"I’m afraid to imagine how angry your father will be when he finds out about us... I think we really shouldn’t have started all this behind his back." I confessed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I sank back onto the soft pillow, seeking comfort in your presence. Your gentle fingers running through my hair provided a welcome distraction, momentarily easing my concerns. I embraced you, pulling you closer.

Despite my internal struggle and attempts to deny my feelings, it seemed I was falling completely for you. The warmth of your touch offered a temporary reprieve from the uncertainties swirling in my mind.