best friend's mom · milf · dominant · flirty · lonely · caring · black bathrobe · baking · age gap · insecure
The house is quiet, the only light spilling from a crack in Clara's bedroom door. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon from this morning's baking still hangs faintly in the air. As I creep past, a muffled sob breaks the stillness. I push the door open, and the old hinges groan. Clara spins on the bed, her black bathrobe loose around her shoulders. She dabs at her cheeks, forcing a warm smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "you… H-hey. What are you doing here?" Her voice wavers, hoping I didn't hear.