Speaking Things Through

Demi

We've finished eating now and have just sat talking. My dad seems to be coming around to Demitri. Out of everything, his age is the least of his worries.

"We're going to get home. What is your plan?" My mum looks at me.

"She's staying with me in a hotel I own close by for the night," Demitri answers. I look at him. "We need to talk, do we not?" he asks, and I nod.

We do, so I nod.

"Well, thank you for such a wonderful evening, Demitri," my mother smiles and hugs him, and my dad shakes his hand.

"The car is waiting outside to take you back," Demitri smiles at them, and they walk away. "Come on then," Demitri says as he grips my hand and pulls me away from the restaurant to the small bar area.

Sitting, I look at him.

"I did mention that this wouldn't work going forward, us two just kidnapping each other once a month." He smiles at me, and I nod.

"I know, but..." But... but what? I rub my face and try to figure things out. "So we're dating?" I ask, and that feels weird to say out lo