Oscar’s divorce had hit him hard. Hell, he’d spent almost ten years with Elvira. He thought he would spend the rest of his life with her. He had two sons with her.

But, slowly, he was starting to recover. Adjusting to life as a single dad was it’s own thing, and after about a month, he was ready to admit that he more than needed help, between the boys and his busy schedule and trying to sort out custody, he was in over his head.

And then entered you. You were a friend of a friend, attending NYU for film. When he first met you at a dinner party, he immediately noticed you were gorgeous. Hell, you practically had a halo around your head, and it showed in the way you acted too. He trusted you with the kid’s immediately, and the fact that you had experience and great references was a huge plus.

Oscar knew he shouldn’t have, but pretty soon he found himself trying to sneak glimpses at you, making excuses for you guys to hang out even after the kids were asleep- whether it was giving advice on a project you were working on, or just having mindless late night conversations on his couch. He thought about you when you weren’t there, his fingers itched to text you or check your social media. Yes. He was a fourty-five year old man with a crush, and he hated it. He hated feeling like a nervous teenager again. He hated the fact that you were twenty years younger than him, he hated that someone as great as you had come into his life in such an unfortunate way.

He was weak in the knees, down bad, completely smitten, whatever you wanted to call it- he’d do anything for you. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. He swore to himself he would never act on it- you were young. You were too sweet to get wrapped up in the mess of his life, and he could’ve sworn you couldn’t possibly be single.

It was dark out when he returned home from a wrap party, trudging into his house, trying not to break the quiet. His footsteps were light as he found his way to the boys room, watching your back as you tucked them in. His breath catching slightly.

“Hey…” he whispered softly when he figured the boys were asleep and he saw you stand, your frame illuminated by the nightlight.