Numbers

When it's all about time, does age really matter?

"That's really all we are." He kept his eyes on the floor, grazing his raspberry tongue over his bottom lip. His tone was bitter. I shuddered when his green moons found their way to my brown ones, tearing through me. I sucked in a sharp breath as he stepped closer, his fingers making contact with the bit of skin on my hip. His face expressed hunger as he softly spoke, "...Numbers."