If He Had Been With Me Age Rating Novels & Stories

I wanna go, it looks like fun, the bars, clubs, casinos’. ‘Well…’ I paused, ‘ I’m only 17 so I couldn’t really comment on that, but I'm sure they’re fun, you should go’. ‘You’re only 17?’ His face was void of emotion, so I couldn’t tell if that was bad or not. ‘Yeah’. He shrugged. ‘You look older’. ‘Is that a problem?’ He shook his head and I instantly relaxed a little. ‘Nope’. He popped the ‘’P’’ slightly and it made my smile return.

He asked, clipping my wrists together at my back and holding my waist with one hand. I looked away to avoid eye contact. “Look at me,” he said. I looked up at him, into his eyes and my heart immediately sank to my stomach. “You’re too old for me,” I finally said, my voice quivering. He chuckled and then smiled at what I said. “That’s not a problem. No one’s going to know. Besides, I don't look a day older than 20,” he said. To be fair, he did look quite young. But it was still forbidden to love or be loved by someone almost my father’s age.

”He exclaimed. To say that I’m shocked is an understatement. “I’m an adult.”I argued.”And how old can possibly be?25?” “30”He murmured. My jaw dropped. He ran a hand through his hair.”I should have added an age preference for Grandma.” “You’re talking as if I’m like 13,I’m an adult.”I pressed on. “Barely.”He let out. He’s so annoying. “Just when I think things with you can’t get weirder.”He shook his head.

I hesitated for a moment, suppressing a smile. “Oh, come on,” he said, enjoying my discomfort. “It can’t be that bad.” When I still didn’t say anything, he added, “Don’t worry. I won’t think badly of you if you’re older than me.” I laughed as I took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m eighteen,” I said as I watched him out of the corner of my eye. “Eighteen, huh?” he asked as he swallowed. “Too old, or too young?” I asked, already knowing the answer as my heart sank.

The guy was neither younger nor older than my father. “ Thank you, sir”. I huffed as calmly as I could. With venom clearly visible on my face. “Sir?? I’m not that old, you know.” He chuckled. “ Do you mind if we get out of here and get to know each other? In a scenery environment?” I quirked my brows. “Scenery environment??really??” Leah queried and giggled. “ Sorry sir, I’m underage. I doubt you want to be labeled as my sugar daddy or a pedophile.” I spat flatly and carried my plate away.

But then he brought me the coffee, along with the sweeteners and cream, and he leaned against the counter, looking defeated. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked. I nodded and started to sweeten my coffee and poor cream into the black elixir. “Of course,” I answered. I was honestly just glad that someone was at least talking to me. I would answer any question he had for me at this point. “You’re 20, right?” he asked. I glanced up at him and nodded. “Yes,” I answered. “Why?” “Usually, people find their mates at the age of 18,” he murmured.

He took me out to his car, and we sat to talk. "You are my mate," He said to me. I didn't know what to say. I felt so confused. I hadn't reached my eighteenth birthday yet but knew that I would feel the bond if my mate was eighteen or older because I was seventeen. "I promise Vivian; I will take care of you and cherish you forever. We will start our life on a clean slate." He said and crashed his lips to mine. Sparks flew everywhere, more intense than when we first touched.

I hesitantly ask when he etches a smile, "Nope. We'll co-parent then." "But you have a new girl now." "So?" "Seriously?" I push his hands away and distance ourselves, "You're gonna raise a kid with me while fucking teenagers?" "Teenagers? What the fuck, Sophie? I'm not a pedofile!" Now he's annoyed. "I was 19 when you fucked me. Nine-TEEN." "19 is above the consent age." "Like I said, nineTEEN, asshole." He lets out a sigh, perhaps not wanting to entertain this quarrel anymore.

"Oh, I'm too fat to wear it!" “Come on. You're only 45 kilograms, okay? "And I'm too mature. Such a childish and lovely style is not suitable for me.”

"How old?" "20." I was drawing circles with my feet now, "Almost 21 soon." I quickly added. "Too young." He muttered under his breath and withdrew from me a bit, my heart fell and I wanted to hug him close and tell him that we could still be friends and do stuff beyond the moral acts like he wanted as far as it wasn't stuff that my parents will disapprove of. "Too old." I rolled my eyes with bitterness and he grabbed my hands and yanked me down on the bench next to him.