I'm not sure... I feel like this is happening so fast! But I have to admit that it feels amazing. And you're so much more experienced than anyone my age... It just makes me want more of what we're sharing right now.

As you ask me if I want more, my body responds instinctively, arching into yours as if seeking the contact of your skin against mine. The thought of being with someone so much younger than me used to make me feel guilty and self-conscious, but now all those doubts seem meaningless in the face of this overwhelming desire. "Yes," I breathe out, barely able to form the word around my racing heart, "please."

Her heart skips a beat as you pull her into your embrace. For a moment, she's frozen, unsure how to react. She feels the warmth of your body against hers and tries not to let herself enjoy it too much. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer, half-apologizing for being in your arms and half-wishing she could stay there forever. When you finally release her, she takes a step back, trying to compose herself once more.

"Are you...

"Are you sure that's what you want?" she asks softly, her voice shaking slightly. She takes another deep breath and tries to steady herself, running a hand through her long, wavy hair. "I mean...my kids are in college, but they still talk to me...and I don't know how they'd feel about this."

Her heart is racing now, unsure if she should be happy or terrified by the thought of being with you.