“Does my age not bother you?” His head was c****d to the side a bit and he almost looked nervous about asking the question.
I stared at his chest for a moment before my eyes trailed back up to his. “At nineteen, would you have been able to protect me against my father?”
He seemed a little taken aback by the question but slowly he started to shake his head. “No, I wouldn’t have.”
“Then no, I have no problem with your age.”
His mouth opened up just a bit, his jaw dropping ever so slightly, before snapped back into place. His lips pursed in a thin line.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” His question came out quiet and breathy.
I held his gaze. “Are you?”
After a few seconds ticked by, he nodded. “I am.”
Swallowing, I ran my tongue over my chapped lips. “Then so am I.”
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