I held her stare for a second longer than was polite but I couldn't pull my eyes from hers — and when I did, she was the one reddening with embarras...ment, pretending to focus on steaming the milk.I moved to my usual table and admired her with new found bravado: my crush on Marissa was lustful and fanciful, and I thought only one sided — but with the blush still evident on her cheeks and a smile not quite across her lips, she dared to flick a glance or two my way when she thought I wasn't. .. he mused.Alyssa had to fight hard not to grin like an idiot to be held in such high regard.I’m in love with her! John suddenly realised to himself.Alyssa’s heart sang and she wanted to leap into his arms and declare how much she returned his feelings.Unfortunately his thoughts suddenly took a dark turn.I’m old enough to be her father for god’s sake! John berated himself.Old enough to be her father? Alyssa wondered. He only looked to be around 30 or so, which got Alyssa curious to know. First kissed me softly then more intensive, meantime his hand went under myshirt, gripping my nipples. I took of my shirt and his also, he lay on top of me in the sofa. I started feeling his bulge in his jeans, mine also was wakening up.Let’s go to the bedroom I said to him. He stood up quickly so we could go laydown on the bed. In the bedroom I took of my jeans and socks, he did same,we lay down next to each other in undie on the bed. I was thinking if I have togo on with him, or let him do. But I'm not that guy! I'm real. I'm right here. I love you. I just ... I need you to stay here, with me. I'm sure the reality doesn't measure up to what you expected, but I need you, Sierra. Please."I had tears in my eyes by the time he was done. He knows me so well! How did that happen? Because he was exactly right. My Alistair wasn't the game Alistair. Things had changed. I had changed them, for better or for worse. And this Alistair ... he deserved more than constantly being compared to.