Epilogue — III

Irene

Three rounds and I guess I want more of him.

We look over at the ceiling, naked under the sheets, breathing heavily. Did I just have the best sex of my life with a guy twelve years older than me?

What the—

The silence lasts long.

"Do you regret?" He breaks the silence.

"Yes"

With my quick answer, he panics looking over at me.

"For not doing it before", I giggle. He lets out a deep sigh.

"You're such a—"

"Well, how would you feel if I would actually say I regretted it?"

"I would feel the worst", he groans. "You're too young for me"

"Age is just a number. In love and in lust", I pause. "Only if the girl is an adult and the guy is like you"

"Like me? What do you mean by that?" He asks, being curious.

"Like you who cares more about the state of mind of the woman. Not just fucked and let it go", I chuckle.

"You are telling me that there are hardly any men who don't get concerned?"

"Yup. They don't. At least, all of them I have slept with"

"Dang. I have some rules set even for tha