OLDER

Older | part three

You knew what the consequences were, where this could lead to. Yet, you couldn't stop yourself from wanting this.

It was wrong, but it felt right.

You hurried and finished getting ready, walking back downstairs where your parents were waiting, where he was waiting.

"Are you ready Y/N?" Your mom asked as your dad was already packing the bags in the trunk with Simon.

"Yes mom." You replied, heading outside, walking past him.

Your perfume lingered in the air,
Making it hard for him to even think straight.

It surprised him, how far he would go to have you.

You got in the backseat, next to him. You looked through the window, desperately trying to forget the way he pinned you up against the wall twenty minutes ago.

Thank God the drive was quiet, pleasingly quiet. Your parents talked about how long it had been since they last went camping, as Simon and you shared a few glances.

He tried,
He really did. But looking away from you felt impossible, as though you were a magnet, luring him in. Like a mermaid hypnotizing him.

He had known you were trouble the moment he came back, the moment he laid eyes on you. It surprised him, it really did;
The effect you had on him.

The car came to a halt, those huge trees covered most of the horizon. The view was gorgeous, but not nearly as gorgeous as you were.

The four of you got out of the car, getting prepared for the long walk before eventually finding a good spot to set the tents up for the night.

"It shouldn't be too far away." Your dad spoke as he led the way, you followed behind.

You increased the pace, walking past him and brushing his leg with your hand, on accident again...

If it wasn't for your parents, he would bend you over a tree and make you regret being such a little slut.

You teased him,
Pushed his buttons and tested his limits, you were playing with fire, almost burning yourself every time.

He knew damn well the both of you would end up burnt, yet he played along;
Unable to get some sense into his head as you blurred every bit of rationality he owned.

You were his weakness, like a poison he was addicted to.

At some point, your dad stopped in a large area, surrounded by trees and bushes.

Soon, it would be dark, with the moonlight peeking through the branches as an only source of light.

"It's the perfect place to stay for the night." Your mom said as she looked at your dad.

"Let's set up the tents." Your dad almost immediately got to work and set up the first tent, as though he had done this his entire life.

Two tents;
He knew his self control would leave his body as soon as he would be in there with you.

"Your mom and I are going to sleep in that one, you two take the other. " he thoughtlessly said, not doubting for a second what his friend had in mind, nor you.

Your dad trusted him, he has been around forever, what could even happen?

His heart was racing, yet he knew better than to act suspiciously. Instead, he helped with the second tent, acting perfectly serene, as if his thoughts were not all over you.

When both the tents were set, Simon took care of the campfire. Being in the military offered him the opportunity to learn, a lot of things, useful things.