Peak At Twenty-Five

Austin was twenty-seven. I was thirty.

He despised it when I tried to act sweet, and he hated the faint smile lines near my eyes.

"Chloe, acting needy when you're twenty-two is cute. At thirty, it's just pathetic."

I merely nodded. Then, I turned around and picked up a gorgeous, fresh-faced twenty-year-old boy toy.

What Austin didn’t know was that men peak at twenty-five. After that, it’s all downhill.

So yeah, this older woman was moving on to someone younger and fitter.

Right after the film premiere, I rushed over to The Velvet Lounge without even catching my breath.