tom is 19, you are 16, it’s pretty complicated. no, you’re not dating, but he knows you like him and he has you wrapped around his pinky finger.

one night, you and him were texting eachother. “aren’t i too young for you, though?” you text, almost as if your hesitation was clear in the message. “it’s fine, darling. i can take care of you. you can be my little girl.” tom texts back, you could practically hear his smirk as you read the text in your head.