[ A shuddered breath that really should have been some sort of laugh, came out of Harper. She shoved him with her shoulder, then peeked up at his face again. ]
You're one to talk.
[ She reached out with one hand and cupped the side of his face in her palm. His facial hair scratched gently, just like it used to. Everything about him looked the same, save for some cuts and bruises. She strokes her thumb along his cheekbone. ]
I'm 34 now, you know. I hope the bigger age gap wasn't the only thing keeping you interested.
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You're one to talk.
[ She reached out with one hand and cupped the side of his face in her palm. His facial hair scratched gently, just like it used to. Everything about him looked the same, save for some cuts and bruises. She strokes her thumb along his cheekbone. ]
I'm 34 now, you know. I hope the bigger age gap wasn't the only thing keeping you interested.