Novel & Cerita If He Had Been With Me Age Rating

He enters our order into the iPad on the table and turns his attention back to me. "Tell me, Cissy. How old are you actually? You look so young but I know you have to be at least seventeen – close to eighteen – in order to get hired by Stan’s," he asks thoughtfully. “Eighteen,” I fibbed, fully aware that this instantly dissolves any doubt of being his mate. I could almost hear the gears working in his brain. “And do you already have a mate?” It's getting more serious now, so I keep my face straight.

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

"It wаѕ lеѕѕ than a уеаr since wе’d lеft. Shе wаѕ ѕеvеntееn, аnd I wаѕ eighteen by thеn, but wе wеrе twenty уеаrѕ оldеr on the іnѕіdе, аnd оn оur fаkе ID. I knеw I had tо grow thе fuсk uр. Sо I dіd. I ѕtаrtеd gоіng tо AA. It sucked, but I mеt some good people and they hеlреd mе.” I іntеrruрt hіm fоr a ѕесоnd as I роur mуѕеlf аnоthеr соffее. I саn’t bеlіеvе hе’ѕ оnlу tеllіng mе аll thіѕ nоw. “I’m ѕо ѕоrrу. I dіdn’t kn оw anything аbоut уоur раrеntѕ.” I tор оff hіѕ coffee, tоо.

He said. "Of age?" I asked. "Yes, you are in your teens right?. My guess is that you must be sixteen." He answered then continued. "The good part is that we are willing to wait for you to reach eighteen, that's when we will officially mate with you." He said, confusing me. I was nearly eighteen years old already and what did he mean by mate with me?.

"Guess I was meant to go outside yesterday." "If you didn't we would have met anyways. I'm learning to track to help my hunt. I would have easily been able to track you." He licked his jaws. I frowned. "Yeah, but I don't go outside much. It would've taken you way longer to find me inside," I told him then sighed, leaning my head back against the headboard. "How old are you?" I asked curiously. "Seventeen," he told me softly and licked his paw. So... my mate is a teenager. I bit my bottom lip then nodded.

I sat silently, feeling rejected, and watched him return to his seat on the opposite side of the desk once he was done cleaning our palms. “Hannah. I need you to understand. I’m almost twenty, you aren’t of age yet. As much as I want to feel you close to me, it makes it difficult not to give in and complete our mate bond. It wouldn’t be right for me to do that before you’re eighteen.” He pled.

Mom paused, “He hasn´t come forward because we clearly specified that he would be allowed to come forward when you turn 21, so you can meet him next week. How, when, and all the specifics are completely unknown to me, Stor… “ Mom sighed, “After you turn 21, you are fair game, and you and him must figure things out and move at your own pace…” “So he is an older man. I mean, for him to know I was his mate, he was of age when I was born…” I shuddered because I had never seen myself with a man probably my dad´s age.

He stepped forward, slowly pulling down my panties and unhooking my bra. “You didn’t shave,” he observed. I shrugged, forcing nonchalance. “Didn't think I needed to, profile said sixties, figured he wouldn't notice.” He raised a brow. “Disappointed?” “You're not sixty,” I shot back. “You're… what, forty?” “Thirty nine,” he corrected, voice dry. “Ancient by your standards, I'm sure.” I rolled my eyes, trying to act like my heart wasn't hammering. “You still look better than most guys my age.”

I replied as I turned to his side and began walking closer to him. "Don't come any closer," he said halting my movement. I paused for a moment but then defied his words and moved closer to him, "I am not a child," I repeated. "I am nineteen. You're probably twice my age or almost and that's fine. I mean, age is just a number." He shook his head and smiled, "you're sweet." "So is that a yes?" I asked excitedly

He said and then kissed my forehead. What the hell!, I am not a child anymore!, I am nineteen for goodness sake!, how will he say I am too young?, I am literally an adult asking for something I want!, he has my consent and I want him to mark me!. If he knew he couldn’t do it because of my age then why did he keep talking about it, he ended up giving me the wrong idea!. “I am nineteen!.” I could take it I had to say it!, I am old enough “I know that!, I doubt you’re ready!.” He replied.