It's a thing your parents don't let you forget: the monstrous crush you had as a seven-year-old on one of your father's best friends. You don't remember the crush yourself, only a lifetime of "Remember ****?? You LOVED him!" and verbal jabs of the like.

Then, thirteen years later, you meet face to face.
And he is a very attractive older man.

Good to know you've had good taste all along.

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