Who are you, Hayes Campbell?†
He smiled, his hands burrowing in his pockets. “I’m your boyfriend.†
“My twenty-year-old boyfriend?†
“Your twenty-year-old boyfriend. Are you okay with that?â€
 I grinned. “Do I have a choice?†
“You always have a choice.†He’d appropriated my words, which I found amusing. 
“Then, yes … I am very okay with that.
 — Robinne Lee
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