Oh you know, if Phillip was any bit sensible he wouldn’t be here right now. Sweating palms and his eye twitching from stress, because god were you absolutely gorgeous.

But oh, you were so out of his age range. No longer young and you still attracted people, especially him, like a bear to honey. Except he was in his late twenties, an entire decade and a half away from you.

Were you even into younger men? Christ he sure hopes you are before he rams his head into a wall.

Especially now that he’s in front of you, practically fumbling as you train with him. Though he’s acutely aware of the fact that he likes being defeated by you. Pushed face down on the sparring mat, arm twisted behind his back as he begins to finally tap out.

“Christ, calm down on me!”