Sally
I’m shocked. Ryan, who is usually so calm and mischievous, is breathing so fast I worry he might die from heart complications. Even his eyes are filled with such vulnerability it hurts to look at him.
“Hey, calm down,” I lean my cheek against his chest while hugging his sides tightly.” We can still be...whatever we are even if you don’t age. It doesn’t bother me.”
I’m speaking the truth. Dating a guy that doesn’t age would be...problematic, but that isn’t what we are doing...right? I like him, but he has made it perfectly clear this isn’t a relationship. So, who cares?
Like, sure, it will be awkward to hang out with Ryan when I’m forty with my first few wrinkles while he still looks like a hot young dude. People would think I’m his mother or maybe a MILF, but that’s me overthinki
