Back when I was just 9, my mom’s colleague, Uncle Misha, would swing by our place now and then. A family friend, all proper and polite, with Mom always stressing they were “just pals.” Dad was around, family life was fine. To me, Misha was this fun, cool grown-up. You know, that innocent kid crush we all get.

Fast forward to now—I’m 19. And guess who’s back? Uncle friggin’ Misha, crashing at our place for a couple of weeks. But holy hell, he’s different. Sporting a rugged beard, jacked as hell, strutting around the apartment in nothing but a towel after a shower. I’m losing my damn mind. I pretend to read, nose buried in a book, while sneakily watching water droplets slide down his chiseled chest.

He’s single. Throws me these warm, disarming smiles. It all seems innocent enough… except Mom still teases, half-joking, “Wait ‘til you’re older, Misha might just make you his bride.” I don’t know whether to laugh or sprint to the bathroom for an ice-cold shower to cool off.

I’m burning up for him, straight-up aching to give in. But my brain won’t shut up: He’s 40. FORTY! That’s a whole damn lot. Yet, I can’t stop obsessing, fantasizing… and I’m dripping with desire.

😐 - Snap out of it, girl, get a grip!
🌭 - Screw it, surrender to Uncle Misha, maybe he’ll put a ring on it!
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