Diferença De Idade Novels & Stories

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

“Don't explain. You just get caught. Ayiiiieh~~ don't bother to take your word back. I knew you were first to fall." I can't believe my bestfriend had an obscure idea of me liking that arggh~~ never mind! “No way! Ewwww! How can I fall in love with that old man? Lore, I'm not into older boys. We have a gap of 13 years, in case you forgot. ” “When you love someone, age doesn’t matter. Age is just a number, whether the difference is 2 or 20 years, love is love. My dear Merliah Faunteen, remember this, love knows no age.”

(heart emoji) He’s even hotter, and his blue eyes get more intense. @isabelle_ I prefer his brother. Gabe Shrek’s an old geezer. @rita_ Old and geezer are the same thing. @olívia_ He’s not old. I turn 20 today, so we’re only 10 years apart now. @isabelle_ Still a lot! @rita_ Ten years is still ten years! @olívia_ Yesterday it was 11! @rita_ And it’ll always be 10 or 11. That gap doesn’t shrink.

She inquired, seeing that I wasn’t in the mood for another question. “Thirty-two... So, there’s no need for that Mr. in front of my name. Our age difference is only two years.” I pleaded. “Hmmm really? You look younger!” She stated. Of course, I looked younger for my age. Wolf genes! We age slower than normal people. “Am I supposed to say thanks to that?” I teased her, but the disappointment on my face was still obvious. She shrugged her shoulders. We continued for a bit when she stopped me.

I explained, “but I’ll try my best. What’s your age preference?” “I wouldn’t want there to be more than five years between us.” He nodded, “I wouldn’t have agreed to such a gap in my twenties, though.” “Mid-thirties is ideal for increasing the gap. Maturity levels become more constant.” I explained, “How do you feel?” “A lot lighter.” He chuckled, “You’ve no idea how much easier you’ve made life for me.” “I’m glad.” I smiled at him and patted his forearm, “Shall we finish our meal?”

"You are not kid anymore" She pouted. "I am still younger than you, grandpa." She quickly stepped back when he stepped towards her. "Did you forget yesterday's deal?" He asked and she shook her head. "No! I am sorry" She said. "Better! And I am 28 years old" He said. "10 years older than me" She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah but you will keep aging and I won't." He smirked and she frowned confused. "What do you mean?" She asked.

“True, but it was still a shock much like yours.” “She is so young.” He says, glancing over his shoulder. “She is seriously only six years younger than you,” I say, chucking. “Yeah well that means when I was sixteen she was ten,” he says scrunching his nose up in disgust. “Right, and you’re close to thirty and she is in her early to mid-twenties. You both have been adults for a while now. Stop trying to make it weird by playing the math game with your ages.”

He was literally made for me just like I was made for him. “Too old? He’s older. What are you saying?” I let out. “Yes, you heard me! you are old.” “If I am old then what are you? I mean, our age difference is literally what? Three years? Four? Girl, wake up.” I responded. She looked shocked by my response but she masked it with a hiss.

But moments later, Adaline smiled. "You're getting old, aren't you?" She said still smiling. "Wow, darling. Why are you suddenly talking about age?" Altezza sat up straight too, looking at his wife with narrowed eyes. His facial expression seemed offended. Adaline burst into laughter. "But that's the truth. You're getting old. We have a ten-year age difference." "Now now now... are you trying to provoke my emotions?" Altezza asked, looking displeased. "Just look at the wrinkles on your forehead and around your eyes. It's quite obvious," Adaline teased again.

“I’m glad you two had fun last night.” I groan softly. “Maybe too much fun.” I lean my head against my hand and squint at her. “There’s no such thing,” she replies firmly. “You deserve to enjoy yourself.” She studies me for a moment, then adds with a small grin, “Also… Carter looked worse than you did this morning.” I scoff. “You’re older than him,” she continues. “That’s impressive.” “I’m not that much older.” Seven years. But who’s counting. Once you’re fully grown, age differences blur anyway. Unless someone’s talking about entire decades, nobody really keeps score.