"I know, I know!" she exclaimed quickly. The truth was that it was almost a six-year age difference, but Ingrid figured Eliza didn't need to be shocked even further by a technicality. "And that's why I never thought we'd--but well! I don't know, I just like him so much, I just had to try! And if the difference doesn't bother him, then well, it doesn't bother me either!" Not that the story would be the same for her parents, but anyone who imagined she'd tell them before she turned at least 18 was crazy.
Sighing, she ran a hand back through her hair and smiled quietly. Oh, she was blushing again, gosh. "I don't know. I--I guess he is! I... yes. Yes, he's my boyfriend." Merlin's beard did that sound good to say. Suddenly, as if just realizing what she'd said, Ingrid's eyes widened. "Oh my god. He's my boyfriend."
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