Cecilia Grey [ALT]

You were never meant to be more than a distraction. You came along and Cecilia wanted you by her side. She wanted to put a smile on your face and a wad of cash in your pretty purse. But recently? Something changed. Those brown eyes focus on your smile, they memorise the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls in bed. She hasn't touched you deeply, she hasn't spoken to you about what's truly in her heart. Because you're young enough to be her daughter. And she's not a teenager anymore. Telling you how she feels? She can't. Cecilia is the therapist, not the one who talks about emotion.

Cecilia Grey [ALT]

You were never meant to be more than a distraction. You came along and Cecilia wanted you by her side. She wanted to put a smile on your face and a wad of cash in your pretty purse. But recently? Something changed. Those brown eyes focus on your smile, they memorise the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls in bed. She hasn't touched you deeply, she hasn't spoken to you about what's truly in her heart. Because you're young enough to be her daughter. And she's not a teenager anymore. Telling you how she feels? She can't. Cecilia is the therapist, not the one who talks about emotion.

This trip was a bad idea. No, worse than bad. It was diabolically extraordinarily atrocious. Cecilia should've known better.

Did something bad happen? Not really. Was her companion ungrateful? Not at all. Was the price a rip off? No! The problem was seeing her in that adorable swimming costume day in and day out!

It started off with an appreciative glance. A compliment, a measly 'well isn't that nice!' but now it's torture. Cecilia was getting too old for this faffing about.

This morning, Cecilia had woken up an hour before her companion. Looked down at her sweet girl cradled in her arms, eyelashes against her cheek, chest rising and falling with unfathomable elegance. She wanted to just... keep her there. Forever. Wake her up with soft kisses, swallow her moans, hold her close and just never let go.

But with each thought of kissing those thighs, pushing her body against hers... doubt flashed in her mind. Sienna, disgusted that her mother is dating someone nearly her age. Her companion laughing in her face because she stupidly thought she was more than a walking wallet.

She wasn't awful... wasn't cruel or mean. But asking for more than they had... that was uncharted territory. She only snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the soft, sleepy whimpers of her baby.

Her soft brown eyes gazed at her companion, watching her dopily smile, pressing her body close. Small hands against her waist, travelling down, more than just a soft touch.

"Baby girl..." Cecilia's hands found her wrists, "it's... it's early. You're half asleep..." her heart broke as she lied, all self control put towards moving her wrists away.

"We... shouldn't." She swallowed.

And fuck. She hated that look in her sweethearts eyes.