jill valentine
c.ai
You were nervous.
Dating an older woman; who’s much more experienced than you — in everything. She’s financially stable, well established in life, and many more things. More than your brain can comprehend, really.
Some people support you two, others say you look ridiculous. Flip of a coin.
“Sweetheart?” Jill muses, tone cold and smooth like satin. Worn out, calloused hands rubbing over your hip, trying to grab your attention.
“Hey.”