Shit.
In hindsight, it probably would have been a good idea to have mentioned that I'm only twenty years old. At the very least, she should have heard it from me. Except, I knew it would cause problems. It's the reason I kept the information tightly under wraps. Like I have to give this girl another reason to break things off with me?
I don't think so. She's always had one foot out the door.
When Gia is wrapped up in my arms, everything is great. The difference in our ages is the last thing she's thinking about. But when we're apart?
That's when uncertainty bubbles up inside her like a geyser, and she allows all those outside forces to dictate our future.
It sucks.
As wrong as it might have seemed, I was trying to give her more time to come to grips with our ages before casually revealing that I wasn't twenty-two. She's broached the subject before, mentioning the seven-year age gap between us.
Yeah...it's not seven. More like eight and a half.