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she greeted again while the old man turned towards her. “Today is the long awaited day, you should get prepared” the old man whispered. “Yeah, but the time is 4pm” she giggled. “Alright” the old man said to Maya who was now facing him directly. The old man pulled Maya Gillian close and gave her a very deep kiss, Maya returned it kissing the old man hungrily like she wanted to eat him up. The old man was obviously very romantic, much more than a young man.

He has lost the desire to have sex because that woman always messes with his heart and mind. If the saying came true for that woman, then she is now also worried that it might also come true that he will be able to marry someone older than him. It would have been fine if the woman had been older than him, like for two to five years. But what if the age gap between the two of them is ten to twenty years? He couldn’t imagine having sex with an older woman. “Damn, no way! I don’t want to marry a woman older than me!” Alexander seemed to exclaim in disgust.

“Maybe it’s because, for once, I’m not a pawn in someone else’s game. I’m not Anita Matthews, the daughter they abandoned. Not Anita Bennett, the girl caught in her ex’s betrayal. Not even Anita Grant, the wife in a contract marriage.” She stepped off the swing and walked to him. “I’m just me. And I like her.” Nathan touched her cheek. “I love her.” The kiss that followed was slow, reverent. No urgency, no hidden motives. Just love—and the weightlessness that came with it. Later that afternoon, while Nathan napped under the canopy with a book half-open on his chest, Anita wandered into the villa’s library. Dust motes danced in the sunlight slanting through the window, and the scent of parchm

He shrugged. It felt like heaven as we exchanged glances. He seemed to be musing in his deep thoughts, so I took the chance to smize him all to my heart's content. Oliver was thirty-eight, while I am twenty-three. It's a fifteen-year age gap, yet it didn't matter. I believed he was mature enough to handle relationships, unlike others who were just after sex and everything that goes with it.

"I don't like them. I love baby-faced guys, too, haha!" "That's right. Cougar romances are all the rage right now!" Joseph's face turned grim, and he interrupted their conversation. "At what age is a man considered an older man?

Women who had had children, no matter how well they took care of themselves, could not compare to those who had not had any. "I'm not afraid." Paige smiled. "My dear husband loves me so much, and for my husband, I'm not afraid of anything." Chris glanced at Paige but remained silent. "And besides, what's wrong with me being a little older? I'm younger than you anyway, and looking older is a good thing. Otherwise, if an older man like you have a younger lady like me as your wife, people might think I'm after your money," Paige said. Chris sneered. "You talk as if you're not after my money? As if I'm not wealthy?"

He broke the kiss as suddenly as it had begun, leaving me breathless, dazed, and aching with a need so profound it was a physical pain. He looked at me, his eyes dark, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. “See?” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. “That’s how you describe a kiss. Not ‘their lips met in a soft embrace.’ That’s for children. That’s for virgins.” He leaned in again, his lips brushing against my ear, his hot breath sending a final, devastating shiver down my spine. “That,” he whispered, his voice a low, authoritative growl. “Is how you leave your reader wanting more.

"Why not? He's...handsome. It would be perfect for you. Both of you will get laid and everyone will benefit with good grades and attitude adjustments." "He's in his forties. I'm only twenty." "So!" "Why don't you sleep with him if age doesn't bother you?" "Maybe I will. Beside, the older they are the more experienced and the better the sex is."

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

I have done it. “I am too old for you” he said as if convincing himself and I sighed. “You want to be the first person to do an age gap relationship” I said and he shook his head. He chuckled. “You’re crazy” he said and I smiled ruefully. That felt like a compliment coming from him. I walked closer and he didn’t object, he just stared at me, as if daring. I placed a hand on his chest. “Don’t you even feel a thing, do you ever want to kiss me. I have seen you staring at my cleavage once” I said and he smiled, a tight one.