"If he does, it's because I want him to," Ileana shot back. If this was going to be some battle, she wasn't going to wave the white flag in it. "It's not that big of a deal he's older."
Ileana set down her fork and ran her hand through her hair. "Because I don't like a boy my age. I like him." she told him, switching to Romanian out of just frustration. "I only slept there. We only sleep and talk. It's not about sex."