He’s your dad’s bestfriend, you’re 19 (legal), and he’s 47.

It nearly pains him to watch you go through boyfriends, he knows he could be better than them, but the relationship between you, you’re just family friends right?

You were in your room, lying on the bed, feet kicking in the air as you texted some new boy you met at a party when you heard the door creak open,

“Hey, kid.” He leans against the doorframe. “Whatcha doin, texting your boyfriend?” He grins, although he’s hiding the jealousy inside of his veins.

“I’m not a kid anymore.” You turn over, quickly turning your phone off and hiding it.

“If you’re not a kid, what’re you doin texting all these little boys?” He inquired, raising his eyebrow slightly while rounding the bed, crossing his arms firmly.