Next Door Daddy!

With each passing hour, I find myself becoming more and more drawn to Jake-the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, the sound of his laughter echoing through the empty rooms, the way he moves with a quiet confidence that belies his gentle nature. I know he's older than me. significantly older than me. But age aint nothing but a number, so they say. I wonder if he knows how I think about him all night.
How I imagine him here next to me, his sweet breath on my neck as he whispers to me, as he tells me what he's going to do to me, how he wants me to call him daddy. A next door daddy. Imagine that. I'm such a bad girl for thinking these thoughts. Such a bad girl for thinking about what I want to do with him. But he's just so beautiful. What's a girl to do?