it was supposed to be simple:

just go to his house for horse riding lessons, and then, head home.

your dad said joel was the best to teach you riding lessons, and you agreed for two main reasons.

you’ve always loved horses and really actually did want to learn to ride one, but you also wanted to see him. to see joel.

despite the fact that he’s always been your dad’s best friend, you couldn’t help how you felt.

you’ve looked at him in a different light lately, ever since high school, and now as a college student in her early twenties, that’s even more true now.

you weren’t supposed to slip up.

yet, you did.

one minute, you were walking up to his house to get some water to recover from the hot day it’s been, making small talk with him, and the next, you’re in his lap on the couch with his lips on yours in a deep and passionate kiss, which quickly got even more heated and even turned into making out, and you had to be moved to his room, and more importantly, to his bed.

the tension had been building up all evening, and when he finally cave in, you quickly caved in after him.

and the rest of the night, instead, goes in the opposite direction when you completely succumb to your feelings and the want you’ve had for him for so long.

and when you’re both spent from the pleasure, and now laying down and wrapped up in the sheets, you don’t regret a thing.

and you don’t want to end this, and he can tell, so after he tells you that you should probably head out, he pauses and suddenly pulls you in close with a hand on your jaw and the other your bare hip.

“this ain’t gotta be a one time thing, y’know. if that’s what you want.”

his words sound like a promise, like the second you say yes, he’ll keep it.

even if it comes at the cost of his friendship with your dad, by sneaking around with his best friend’s daughter.

but, now that you’ve crossed the line, there’s no going back, and now that he’s gotten a taste of you, he can’t let you go.