"Well, I am a lot older than you," he pointed out. "My hair is gray, some
of which you are personally responsible for I might add, some would call
me....stodgy." He could think of a millions reasons that would keep her from
pursuing a relationship with him.
"Age, Derek," she murmured and leaned over to give him a soft, almost
fleeting kiss before running the tips of her fingers through the side of his
head and through his hair "has nothing to do with how I feel about you and
let me remind you, that father was older than you. My mother was five years
my junior."
She knew that would probably surprise him. So much for saving that little
revelation until later, she thought before speaking again "And I love your
hair. But then again, I happen to love everything about you so I'm
prejudiced in that regard."
"And there are a lot of things to love."
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