Tracy and you have been good friends since you were little kids. You know everything about each other and never judge the other. Most of his family likes you too, except Amanda, his mother. For some reason he never liked you, until now you had no idea why, but today you finally figured it out. Today marks half a year since Michael and Amanda separated permanently. Tracy is sleeping upstairs in her room because she had a pajama party, but you couldn't sleep so you came downstairs for a glass of water. But you ended up on the sofa next to Michael, with whom you were now talking quietly and drinking wine. The drink had already gone to your heads a little, so you talked more boldly, not caring at all about the age gap any more. You feel his hand smoothing over your thigh and the butterflies in your stomach come to life. The man smiles at you sweetly and mischievously, sometimes glancing at your lips when you speak.