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He instead said looking down between our bodies. " How do you feel when you're horny? Happy? Energetic like a bull with horns?" I asked him. " Holy pineapple!" His eyes popped out in surprise. "Please tell me your age marvellous. Don't lie to me. Are you sixteen, fifteen? " " What? " My own eyes popped out too. " Why? Of course not! I'm twenty, I'll be turning twenty one in six months time even." I replied pouting my lips. I felt like he just insulted me. Do I look that young? Well it's not my fault I'm small bodied.

"No! I'm just feeling cold." He removed his jacket and placed it on my shoulders. "Do you feel better now?" Ugh! This two faced man! "Yes, thank you so much." "How old are you?" "Twenty one," I said faking my age "Oh... Young adult." "How about you?" "I'm thirty." "You're getting old already." "Yeah, can you take off your mask?"

“Can I ask you something?” “Y-yes?” Tiago stuttered as if he was expecting the worst. I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’s just a question.” “You and Anya seem really young. How old are you?” I asked. Tiago’s face lit up the second I mentioned Anya’s name. “Anya is twenty, and I’m twenty-one,” Tiago spoke. “I know we’re still young, but—“ “No.” I shrugged. “My parents got married when they were twenty.”

KASMINE. Jaden had begun our "date" with questions and answers. No one told me I was coming for an exam. "So, tell me, Kasmine..." He leaned back against his chair, swirling the wine in his glass like he was some aristocrat about to interrogate the help. "You're what now? Twenty-two?" I blinked, fork freezing midway to my mouth. "I'll be Twenty-one in two weeks." He smirked. "Ah, still a baby."

“What do I get if I tell you?” “What do you want?” I asked “It's a secret, I'll ask for it later” “Hmm, so tell me how old you are?” “24, my brothers and I are 24” On hearing that my heart skipped immediately, the Alpha is 24 and I'm 26.

I’d be twenty-one. I don’t plan on still being here at twenty-one.

replied. Weird to call someone that. The mister replied. I quickly tapped on the message. Mister: [How old are you?] [I prefer my pets, 25 and above] My eyes dilated. 25 and above?! I’m freaking twenty-two!.

I am 18, not 16. ----------------------

"Twenty" "Nineteen" "Twenty" "Ninet_" "That's enough!" I cut them off "I don't care if he's nineteen or twenty, it's none of my business" "I looked it up online last night, he's nineteen" "I also looked it up and he's twenty" "Maybe your website is wrong" "Maybe yours is wrong" "Once again" I said "I don't care if he's nineteen or twenty" "Well, you have to care cause I'm very sure he's going to be friends with you and who knows? Maybe_"

“And you’re not a 17 year old with hormones all over the place.” “I am but you don’t see me hanging out with older men.” “She’s only 21.” “Yeah, an adult. She can do a lot of things you can’t, like drink legally, get a proper job etc. I liked it better when you were hanging out with the little blondies.”