“I can’t believe you’re old enough to have your purpose,” Mom says with a sigh. “Makes me feel old.”“You are old.”
“So what’s your favorite Synism? (Kiara)Duwad. (Nykyrian)Which means? (Kiara)You’re not old enough for me to answer that. Hell, I’m not even old enough to say it. (Nykyrian)”
“You’re not old enough to have a real boyfriend,” he muttered. I stiffened.“If I’m old enough to have babies, then I’m damn well old enough to have a boyfriend,” I ground out. “And just as soon as I decide on who it’s going to be, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay," I began. "You’re too old for me. You’re scary. It’s creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you’re all over me.”
“Unfortunately, the feelings arrive before you’re old enough to handle them.”
“I was sixteen, not three. I was old enough to make my own decisions. Try explaining that to my mom, though.”