He starred at me. Touched me, his looks were piercing, like he was trying to look in my soul. We sort of had "The Talk" but he decided we'll talk more about it later. I think it would have ruined the mood. At one point he laid on top of me & kissed me. He grabbed my butt, he stroked my hair, I told him it was getting late and I should go.
Old Man: You can stay the night
Me: You would like that huh
Old Man: Yes
Me: I have to go to work in the morning, besides I don't have stuff with me.
Old Man: I'm sure I have something you can wear...
I got up, stretched. I caught him starring at me in the mirror. He walked to the closet to grab my coat and walked me to my truck.
I had a nice time.