My Older Girlfriend
Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin.
Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself.
"Noah! What are you doing? Get out!"
"Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?"
"No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!"
"So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace.
She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.
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