“Maybe later, after I’ve had a drink. I can drink here, right?” She couldn’t help but watch his lips as they quirked into a hint of a smile.
“I keep forgetting you’re not even twenty-one. Yes, drinking here for you is legal.” He grew serious again.
“Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I’m a child,” she said. If he wanted her, and she was finally accepting that he did, then he needed to treat her like an adult.
“Believe me, I don’t think of you as a child. Young and innocent, but not a child.”
She hadn’t thought much of their age difference, but twelve years was a long time in some respects. He’d had scores of lovers, had lived on the earth that much longer and experienced so much more of everything. Would he find her youth and inexperience tiring?
“I’ve been honest with you. Now it’s
