“I bet you gave your teachers a really hard time.” Then he rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.
I rolled my eyes, “You act like I’m so much younger than you. You’re barely ten years older than me.”
“Ten years and three months.”
Again, I rolled my eyes. “So what?”
He stared at the ceiling, “We’re in different generations.”
“Oh no! Well, I guess we can’t get married then, huh?” I think he laughed at the sarcasm in my voice. “Besides, age and time are arbitrary constructs. The only value they have is what we place on them.”
“Spoken like a member of Gen Z.”
I hit him with a pillow.
“Who just turned 22.”
“I’m 23 you asshole.” But even as I said it, I climbed on top of him and covered his mouth with mine. I was getting bored of our conversation.