Magnetic Hearts

A Fascination with Her

Chris lay in bed, her head resting on Franco's chest as she lazily traced her fingers along the lines of his abs. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, only broken by the soft hum of the Buenos Aires night outside. But there was a question lingering in her mind, one she hadn't asked before, and now seemed like the right time.

She looked up at him, her voice soft but curious. "Franco, have you always been into older women?"

Franco blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden question. He tilted his head down to look at her, a smirk forming on his lips as he brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Why do you ask?"

Chris shrugged, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look him in the eye. "I don't know. I guess it's just something I've been wondering. You're younger than me, yet you seem so comfortable with it. Was I the first?"

Franco laughed lightly, shaking his head. "No, you're not the first older woman I've been with," he admitted. "But this—what we have—feels different. And it's not just because of age."

Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So... you like older women?"

He smiled, his fingers tracing light circles on her bare arm. "It's not like I went around specifically looking for older women. But I think there's something about maturity that's always attracted me. I like women who know who they are, who have their lives figured out. And with you, it's more than that. You challenge me, you push me in ways I never expected, and I find that incredibly sexy."

Chris let his words sink in, feeling both flattered and slightly self-conscious. "But... do you ever think about the fact that I'm not younger? That I'm not like the women you see in the paddock?"

Franco sat up, gently pulling her into his lap. His hands framed her face as he looked into her eyes with an intensity that made her heart race. "Chris, I don't care about age. I never have. What turns me on—what makes me want you every time I see you—is not how old you are. It's you."

She felt a blush creeping up her neck, but Franco wasn't done. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You want to know what drives me crazy about you?"

Chris shivered under his touch, nodding, her curiosity piqued.

"It's the way you carry yourself," Franco said, his voice low and husky. "The way you walk into a room and command attention without even trying. You have this quiet confidence that just pulls me in, and it's impossible to look away."

He moved his hand down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. "And when you get passionate about something, whether it's work or something you love, I can see this fire in your eyes that makes me want you even more."

Chris bit her lip, trying to keep her composure, but the way he spoke—so intense, so raw—was making her pulse quicken.

"And don't even get me started on your body," Franco continued, his hands now resting on her hips. "Every time I see you in those tiny shorts or when you're just casually walking around the house in a tank top... I lose my mind. Your curves, the way your skin feels against mine—it's like nothing else."

His lips hovered just above hers, their breaths mingling. "But what drives me wild is how you make me feel. You make me feel like I'm the only man in the world when I'm with you. And that... that's the biggest turn-on of all."

Chris felt her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the truth in his eyes, the desire he held for her. Any doubts she had about their age difference, about whether she was enough, melted away in that moment.

Franco leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough of her. Chris wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with just as much intensity. She could feel the heat between them building, the electricity of their connection sparking to life.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Franco rested his forehead against hers, his hands gently holding her face.

"Does that answer your question?" he whispered, his lips brushing hers.

Chris smiled, her insecurities fading away under his loving gaze. "Yeah, I think it does."

With a soft laugh, Franco pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good. Because I don't want you to ever doubt how much I want you. You're everything I could ever want."

Chris let out a content sigh, feeling safe, desired, and completely in love. Franco always had a way of making her feel special, but tonight, with his raw honesty and fiery passion, he had shown her just how deep his feelings ran. And as they lay back down together, wrapped in each other's warmth, Chris knew that nothing—least of all age—could ever come between them.