Arthur knew this was wrong and weird. He recently had turned 36 and you were still 18. He mentally kicked himself when he’d get nervous or feel his chest flutter when you got close to him.

He knew you’d never like him, he was old and rugged. You needed someone else, someone better.

Yet he couldn’t help but get jealous that the other boys got to talk to you. How they made you laugh, getting to see that beautiful smile.