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Yet something was stopping them from being together, most likely the age difference. "Scarlett..." Griffin wore a pained expression on his face. "I'm thirty-four years old, and you're eighteen." "Nineteen." She corrected. Griffin fought the urge to roll his eyes. "The point is that I will be fifty years old when you're my age." "So?" Scarlett asked, shrugging her shoulder. "Why should I care?" "But, Scarlett..." He smiled that dreamy smile she had come to know. It both melted and broke her.

“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.”

It’s because of the big age difference, I think. I frown and say, “Honey, I don’t think you should say that.” He, confused, asks, “Why not?” I smile, amused, as I tell him, “Because I’m eighteen and Eric is almost nineteen. Do you also see us as your children?” He opens his eyes wide to the realization that his mates next to him are teenagers. He exclaims, “Shit! I had not thought of it.” Eric and I burst out laughing. He looks at us in disbelief. Eric tells him, “Calm down Alec. Yes, it is true that we are young. But you look like us, so it’s no big deal.”

"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"

We fell into a comfortable silence after that, both of us watching Finn play in the grass. “I wish I had met you earlier,” Eric said quietly, his voice barely a whisper. “But you did,” I reminded him. “No... I mean earlier. In my twenties. My early twenties,” he said, his eyes closed as he drifted into his own thoughts. “Eric, did you forget there is a thirteen-year age gap between us?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. “I would have been in middle school by then. You would be in prison.”

I will marry you. Elias’s composed demeanour remained unchanged as he met her gaze, his eyes filled with understanding. He wasn’t surprised by her words, as if he had anticipated her move all along. ‘But I don’t understand,’ Callie began, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. ‘Why me?’ Elias’s gaze softened. ‘I’m turning thirty-three this year—’ Callie huffed, her voice filled with playful defiance. ‘Hmph. I’m only twenty-five, you know. You’re eight years older than me! That’s almost a decade!’

She fell in step beside him, then asked plainly, “You’re not exactly young anymore. No girls chasing after you?” He stopped in his tracks, the look on his face darkening. “What?” she asked, turning back to him. "You think I'm that old?" Louis repeated, clearly displeased as the frown settled deeper on his face. "I’m only six years older than you. That makes me ancient? Is that why you keep pushing me away?" These days, age-gap couples were everywhere. Ten, even fifteen years apart wasn’t uncommon. Six years was hardly a big deal. Adora realized she might’ve spoken too bluntly.

He whispered hunger like he wasn’t supposed to be above such things. Nancy swallowed. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that.” “Why not?” “Because words like that lead to things that shouldn’t happen.” He studied her face for several long seconds. “Then tell me what shouldn’t happen between us.” “You know.” “I want to hear you say it.” She balled her hands into fists. “We are from different worlds.” “I know.” “And I’m older than your usual type.” “You are thirty nine. I am forty two. I think we align very nicely.”