With your eyes glued to the computer screen you watched as the elder male swayed his hips suggestively, moving to the beat of the music. Your tongue slipped past your lips, wetting them before returning to its cavern.

Shuffling was heard and a soft click followed afterwards before the person who intruded made their way to the room in which you were currently cooped up in. Slowly the door creaked and music entered their ears.

A soft chuckle escaped their lips as the leaned against the doorway watching as you bit your lip. Making their way over, the plopped themselves onto the bed before asking, “Getting a bit frustrated there?”

Finally you tore your eyes away from the screen, huffing softly before growling out, “You! You’re the reason why I can’t look at men normally now!”

He blinked in response, his fingers wrapping around yours as he questioned, “Why?”

“Because my expectations are higher now!” You exclaimed lamely, rolling your eyes and redirecting your attention back to the screen.

He blinked, once twice before chuckling softly and snaking an arm under your waist.

“Is that so?”

Needless to say, your expectations were higher … in other departments as well.