He held it out and said, “There you go.” “This is Tyler.”

“I’m going to snap a photo of it and forward it to my buddies. Is that acceptable? I enquired. I acted as though I had taken the photo and emailed it to my pals. I didn’t want to wait by myself in the freezing night.

My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest.
As I got comfortable in his car, he inquired, “So, where are you headed?”

He nodded when I told him the address. Well, that’s fairly close! Fantastic! Please, what wonderful name is yours?

“Lesley,” I remarked, grinning a little. “It’s nice to meet you, Tyson. I appreciate the ride.”

“Don’t worry! In passing,” he remarked. “Your name is quite beautiful. and you’re beautiful, if I may say so.

I grinned. It was a long time since I had grinned that much for anyone.

Was my face turning red?

“Well, thanks,” was all I could manage to say. “You… You too have a good look!

“Oh, you don’t need to be so polite!” He laughed. “You’ve seen better, I know that. Hey, have a peek at you!

My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. What was taking place?

I said, “That’s really kind of you, Tyson.” “Actually.”

As he came to a stop, he remarked, “I guess we’re here.” “Your residence.”

“Oh!” I reddened. “Yes, indeed…I nearly forgot to tell you to put the car in park. Regards—”

He said, “Are you free tomorrow?” as I was ready to exit the vehicle.

“What?”

With a nice smile, he continued, “I’d love to take you out on a coffee date if that’s okay with you. I hope that’s alright.

Without saying anything, I got down. I then turned around and asked, “Is 7 p.m. a good time?”

It all started with a coffee date, and before I knew it, I was in love. Although Tyson, 33, is 18 years my junior, love has no age restrictions, does it?

He held me and I felt so special. We were sharing my bed a week after we first met, and he would always come running to me when I needed him. I felt alive when I met him. Although I was terrified of falling in love, everything seemed so unique. I was unable to resist him. I was powerless against the lovely sensation of love.

In an attempt to disprove Jenifer’s assertion that there aren’t many “trashy lovers” in the world, I made the decision one day to tell her about Tyson and our relationship. But I was in for a surprise when I arrived at her residence.

I observed a man when I entered her living room. He was stunning. His name was Tyson, and he had a lovely smile and golden hair.

Jennifer introduced Tyson as her son, Les. “Lesley is my best friend, Tyler. Meet her.” Tyson spent the last month in Canada before going back home.

We acted as though we didn’t know one another, and afterwards Tyson begged me to be honest with Jen about our connection.

I’m terrified. Bewildered. worried.

How should I proceed? Must I confess to Jen that I’m seeing her son? Will it jeopardize our friendship, or is it the proper thing to do? What happens if I tell Jen about it and she persuades Tyson to break up with me? In that scenario, would I lose both my new love and my friend?

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