“Just because he hasn’t doesn’t mean he won’t,” he glared right back at her. Whatever high ground he might have had was falling fast along with his maturity levels. “And he’s practically thirty.” Two years were like two decades at this point.
“I’m not going to—” he cut himself off as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe he had been imagining knocking someone’s teeth out. “We are talking. Let’s keep talking. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Why can’t you be dating some kid your age?” The way he said it he could be talking about someone eighteen, fifteen, or ten. “And you slept there?” So many questions that he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know the answer to, and yet he couldn’t stop himself.