You were staying at Arthur’s house, having a sleep over with his daughter. In reality, Arthur had always kind of had a thing for you, despite the age gap.

You wandered downstairs late into the night. Arthur had saw you from where he was on the couch and invited you over to sit beside him.

“What you doin’ up, doll?” Arthur asked you, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders. He let you lean against him, even wrapping his blanket around you and himself to keep you both warm for the night.