Age Is Just a Number

Zara’s POV: 

I nod and jump into his car. I lean my head against the AC. “I need to get my license.” I groan out, hearing him laugh. 

Turning my head, I saw William in his usual suit. My eyes scan him, seeing him in a grey pantsuit and a typical white dress shirt cuffed rolled up. “Still hot?” He asks. 

I nod before grabbing the side of my t–shirt. I took it off, laying back down on my tank top. “Better now,” I blew out an air of relief, shutting my eyes. “I’m going to nap,” I mumble, pulling my seat down. 

“Okay,” he responds. 

I can hear the soft background music, as well as the fresh AC blowing on my body. Feeling a hand on my thigh, I let out a low moan as it slips higher up my skirt. My lips start moving when it senses a hot pair of lips. A tongue slid in, and I grunt out with pure pleasure. A gasp escapes my throat when I feel a thumb rubbing against my underwear. 

The kiss deepens, wetting me more. “Zara,” a husky voice moans. 

Suddenly, my eyes blew open, and I sat up. 

Red light. 

My eyes scroll over to William, leaning his head against his knuckle, single elbow against the car window. He glances toward me, “We are almost home.” 

Fidgeting in my seat, I can feel my underwear rubbing against his leather chair. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“N–Nothing,” I reply, playing with my skirt. It was a dream, but really Zara? In the middle of the 

daytime? 

When I feel a hand on my head, I freeze. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?” William asks, and I nod my head. He pinches my cheek, then laid his palm on my thigh, making small circles with his thumb. “Want to make a quick stop for some ice cream?” he suggests, causing me to perk up. 

We arrive at the ice cream store, and I leap out, thrilled for some mouthwatering cold sweets. I saw a few guys standing in the front of the store, looking at me. “Come on, let’s go,” William wraps his arm around my 

waist. 

When we got inside, I threw myself at the 

glass, squealing and wondering which kind I should get. I order two scoops of chocolate chunk ice cream, and William chooses some vanilla. When William paid for the ice cream, I wonder why William always chose vanilla. Is it possible he is vanilla in bed? A one position man? 

We sat inside the store, seeing some of those guys from earlier walk in. William wraps his arm around my 

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Zara’s POV: 

I nod and jump into his car. I lean my head against the AC. “I need to get my license.” I groan out, hearing him laugh. 

Turning my head, I saw William in his usual suit. My eyes scan him, seeing him in a grey pantsuit and a typical white dress shirt cuffed rolled up. “Still hot?” He asks. 

I nod before grabbing the side of my t–shirt. I took it off, laying back down on my tank top. “Better now,” I blew out an air of relief, shutting my eyes. “Tm going to nap,” I mumble, pulling my seat down. 

“Okay,” he responds. 

I can hear the soft background music, as well as the fresh AC blowing on my body. Feeling a hand on my thigh, I let out a low moan as it slips higher up my skirt. My lips start moving when it senses a hot pair of lips. A tongue slid in, and I grunt out with pure pleasure. A gasp escapes my throat when I feel a thumb rubbing against my underwear. 

The kiss deepens, wetting me more. “Zara,” a husky voice moans. 

Suddenly, my eyes blew open, and I sat up. 

Red light. 

My eyes scroll over to William, leaning his head against his knuckle, single elbow against the car window. He glances toward me, “We are almost home.” 

Fidgeting in my seat, I can feel my underwear rubbing against his leather chair. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks 

“N–Nothing.” I reply, playing with my skirt. It was a dream, but really Zara? In the middle of the daytime? 

When I feel a hand on my head, I freeze. “Are you sure you’re okay?” William asks, and I nod my head. He pinches my cheek, then laid his palm on my thigh, making small circles with his thumb. “Want to make a quick stop for some ice cream?” he suggests, causing me to perk up 

We arrive at the ice cream store, and I leap out, thrilled for some mouthwatering cold sweets. I saw a few guys standing in the front of the store, looking at me. “Come on, let’s go,” William wraps his arm around my 

waist. 

When we got inside, I threw myself at the glass, squealing and wondering which kind I should get. I order two scoops of chocolate chunk ice cream, and William chooses some vanilla. When William paid for the ice cream, I wonder why William always chose vanilla. Is it possible he is vanilla in bed? A one position man? 

We sat inside the store, seeing some of those guys from earlier walk in. William wraps his arm around my 

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waist again, pulling me in. “I want to try some chocolate too,” he whispers, and I hand it to him. “Feed me,” he opens his mouth, waiting. Using my trembling hand. I scoop a piece and feed it to him, seeing his tongue poke out, licking his sweet lips. “That’s good,” he thoroughly licked my spoon. 

“You want to try some of mine?” He places a scoop of ice cream in front of me. Not knowing what to do, I sat there staring at him. The ice cream melts, falling on my thigh, and I reach for the napkin, wishing I didn’t accept his suggestion of getting some ice cream, but I like free food! 

Using his thumb, he swipes the ice cream off and licks his thumb. “Something wrong?” he asks, and I shake my head, concentrating on my ice cream and not William’s hand below the skirt. 

After we finish, I want to go home, far away from William. But luck wasn’t on my side. “Oh, dear!” William’s mom came up to me, pulling me into a hug. 

“Hi, Mrs.Yi,” I smile. 

She hit 

my arm. 7 told you, call me mom,” she winks. 

I don’t think so. I giggle, shaking my head. “That’s inappropriate.” 

“Come on! Call me, mom! You used to do that all the time back then!” she whined. I glance at William, who’s avoiding the scene in front of him. I would too. 

“Okay, mom,” I reply, with a hesitated laugh. 

“Would you like to stay for dinner, dear?” she asks, enlarging her eyes, pouting her lips at me. 

Slowly, I nod my head, causing her to clap in excitement. Taking a sniff, I walk into William’s house, wanting to go home. The whole night, we spend talking to William’s parents, without his younger brother, since he is in another state. I admire William’s family. Mr.Yi is very nice, even when he is William’s stepdad. William and his younger brother aren’t blood–related, but they are very close. 

“Zara, why don’t you sleepover?” Mrs. Yi asked me while I helped her clean up. 

I shake my head, putting away the clean dishes. “No, I think I’ll be going home tonight.” 

She nudges my shoulder. “What’s wrong, darling? You used to love sleepovers here when you were younger, remember?” she clasps her hands together. “Idea! You can sleepover with William, just like the old days!” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I shake my head again. “N–No, I don’t” 

“William!” off, and he pokes his head into the kitchen. 

he shouts cutting m 

“Yes, momma?” 

“Zara is going to sleepover, okay?” 

I shook my head. 

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William’s lips lift into a devious smile. “Sounds great. I’ll lend her some of my clothes, just like the old days,” he said, then disappear before I can reply. 

Mrs. Yi jumped in excitement. “This is so cute! My son and future daugh- ahem, someone who is like a daughter to me, is having a sleepover! The four of us can play games together!” 

That’s what we did the whole night, play games like charades, where William’s parents cheated. Many people don’t like game night, but I really enjoy it. It’s fun and warm, being surrounded by a family is fantastic. 

I snuggle closer to the body beside me and glance up to see William. He had his arms wrap around me, snuggling against my body. Over the years together, I realized that William is a snuggler 

Unwrapping his arms, I stand up, walking towards the front door. Feeling the cool breeze on my face, I dangle the key on my fingers. Releasing a breath, I unlocked my front door. My eyes scan around to see nothing but darkness. “Hello?” I yell, waiting for a response, but there wasn’t any. 

Whenever I go back to my house, there is no one there. There is no one waiting for me, no place I can call my home. 

And that’s all I ever wanted, a place to call home, again. 

“Zara?” a husky voice question. I turn around to see William, standing there and rubbing his tired eyes, “Missing your dad?” he asks. 

I nod. 

Why would I miss a man who never misses me? 

He walks towards me, lifting my face upward to meet his chocolate orbs shimmering under the Full Moon. “Come back to bed with me?”