Robinne Lee

The thought crossed my mind that this could be dangerous. Not the ill-advised sex with the just-out-of-his-teens pop star, but the cuddling. The lying there, drinking in his scent, watching his chest rise and fall, allowing myself to bask in my own happiness. I could fall in love this way.

This is insane. You realize that, right?_ __nly if someone gets hurt._ __omeone always gets hurt, Hayes._ He said nothing as he slid his fingers in between mine, squeezing my hand. The intimacy of the gesture threw me. I had not held a man__ hand since Daniel__, and Hayes__ felt foreign. Large, smooth, capable; the coolness of an unexpected ring.I shifted in my skirt, legs sticking to the leather cushion. I needed to get out of there, and yet I did not want it to end.

I__ really happy when I__ with you. I get the feeling you feel the same way. And if that__ true, I don__ think you should give a fuck about what people may or may not think of our age difference. Furthermore, if our ages were reversed, no one would bat an eyelash. Am I right? So now it__ just some sexist, patriarchal crap, and you don__ strike me as the kind of woman who__ going to let that dictate her happiness. All right? Next issue_