been studying like crazy the past five months. That’s all I’ve done,” she
confessed.
“It’s okay,” William said.
“It’s not. My friends keep telling me to loosen up, meet someone. Have fun.
Honestly, I’d rather be at home watching Jurassic Park or something. But I’m here
against my will. Neither of us is having fun, so let’s not have fun together.”
She kissed him again.
“How old are you?” she asked between kisses.
“Eighteen.”
“You’re not still in high school?” She pulled back.
“No. I graduated in June.”
“Oh, you’re a baby!” she said, laughing.
“I’m not a baby,” William protested.
“Oh, sweetie. I feel like I’m robbing the cradle.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
She took another drink. William followed her lead.
“That’s only two years older,” he said.
“I celebrate my birthday every day, so I could be at most seven hundred and thirty
days older than you,” she said. “Seven hundred and thirty-one with the leap year.”
“You celebrate your birthday every day?”
She smirked and slapped his arm.
“Of course not. No one’s willing to give me a present every day.”
“I can get you another beer,” William offered.
“That would be lovely.” She handed him her empty cup.