The Truth about Tomorrow by B. Celeste

*please note the age gap is 15 years
*the female is 16 throughout the “relationship”
*it is a standalone novel

Age is just a number.

Just like he’s just a boy and I’m just a girl.

Except that’s not true, is it?

Because fifteen may be a number, but it’s bigger than that. Bigger than us.

It’s a number that separates us.

An excuse that keeps us apart.

But I’m not willing to give in until I get what I want.

After all, how many other girls can bring a grown man to his knees with one little smile?