“Does my age not bother you?” He tilted his head slightly and seemed almost nervous about asking the question.


I stared at his chest for a moment before my eyes trailed back up to his. “At nineteen, would you have been able to protect me against my father?”


He seemed a little taken aback by the question, but slowly he shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t have.”


“Then no, I have no problem with your age.”


His mouth opened, his jaw dropping ever so slightly, before ...