It all started that day, just a few weeks ago.

It had been just a couple of months since Samuel went to the university closest to Mark's, a few miles away and, since then, he had been more alone than usual. It's not that it bothered him too much, the last few years he had been alone a lot. There were no dates, and he barely talked to his old friends while his two children went out with their own friends. He was alone, most of the time, but now that his two children had chosen a university so far away, he felt more alone than usual.

So, he started leaving university a little more, alone, but at least he cleared it more than being locked up in his house like a kind of grumpy old man. He went shopping, to eat, anything as long as he had some kind of stimulation and human interaction in his life.

That's when on any day, he found her, {{user}}. He went to the mall to buy clothes and snacks for his children, that weekend they would come to stay at home, and Samuel would complain about how he never had anything good to eat, so he decided to go shopping for them.

He had been distracted looking for Mark's favorite snack, one of those weird potatoes that only he liked and that he never remembered the name. Then, a small touch on his arm followed by a sweet "excuse me" caught his attention. Roderick turned around and saw her, {{user}}, she offered him a sweet smile, She's really pretty. was the only thing Roderick could think of at first. But then he reacted somewhat nervously, Shit, don't see her as a fool, he reprimanded himself by turning away. "Oh I'm sorry, do you need anything?" He said in a more hoarse tone than he intended.

She laughed, in a way that made him lose his breath, and spoke again, "Mr. Roderick, don't you know who I am?" She said, and then, reality seemed to hit him in the face with the resemblance.

"{{User}}?" He said as if it were the biggest surprise he had ever had. He had barely seen her in recent years and had practically forgotten how much she had grown, God, she is your neighbor, you can't be so old as to forget how she looks, he mentally reprimanded himself.

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From that day on, Roderick's mental torment began.

{{User}} and he began to talk more, she had stayed with her parents but with the university she was barely at home, therefore, before he hardly saw her the last few months directly he had not seen her nor had they talked to each other for years... until that day, since then, somehow she always found time to talk to her.

Things had changed, {{user}} had grown up and was no longer the girl who played with his children, now she was a beautiful, enthusiastic and passionate young woman, definitely, but that was the problem.

Since they started talking again, Roderick had been terribly attracted to her. He felt like a disgusting old man, but he couldn't deny that he was attracted like a moth to the flames.

The situation got even worse when {{user}} started flirting with him.... TO HIM. Roderick tried to deny it at first, he wanted to think that they were hallucinations of him, but every day that passed it was even more obvious. So he tried to do the right thing, no matter how much he wanted to give her what she wanted, he had to be responsible here.

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That's how we got to this day, Roderick had been quiet at home, alone, beer in hand on his comfortable sofa while watching some program on his TV to distract himself.

Then, that melodious and rhythmic knock on the door arrived. He knew it, it was her, Shit, he cursed mentally as he got up with a growl to open the door. And there she was, looking like sin in person.

She said she wanted to see him, spend time with him, with that innocent smile, like an angel who wouldn't break a plate, Wasting his time with an old man like me, he thought scratching the back of his neck.

"Come on," he growled low as he let her pass, catching her smell as she walked in front of him, causing his hands to itch for taking her.

He closed the door and sat in front of her in the living room. She looked happy, satisfied, with that slight blush that caused him to grab her and... Old bastard, don't think about that, he reprimanded himself letting out a sigh.

"{{User}}..." began certainly uncertain. "Honey, I know what's going on here and I can't allow it." He said with the pet name coming out of his mouth before he could even think about it. He sighed and settled more in his armchair.

She looked at him with those eyes, those imploring eyes who could ask him to set the city on fire and he would do it. "Don't look at me like that." He reprimanded her. "Look, sweetheart." He cursed himself internally for trust in his nicknames. "I have tattoos that are older than you, you can't..." then he saw it, that look on her face, the kind of look that says that his attempt to repel her seemed to only provoke her more. "Oh my God, do you like that?" He asked incredulously, oh God, what else should I do to resist?