“I’m not….” He pauses as if thinking of the right words, “I’m not much of a Christmas fan.”
I frown, “What?”
He gets out of bed and disappears down the hall to the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I follow him, I stand at the open door and lean on the door jamb. “You don’t like Christmas?”
He shrugs as he goes. “Not really.”
Confusion fills me, “Since when?”
“Since always.” He finishes up and washes his hands and then walks past me out of the bathroom, I follow him up the hall like a puppy.
Everyone likes Christmas.
He goes back into the bedroom and throws on his T-shirt and as I watch on, he grabs his jeans and pulls them on too. “I’ll let you get to it.”
“Dylan.” I frown.
“It’s fine, babe.” He kisses me quickly, “You do your Christmas thing, and I’ll catch up with you later.” He walks toward the front door.
“What?” My face falls, “Are you going?”
He keeps walking toward the door.
“Dylan?”
He turns back and seeing my disappointed face, must feel guilty. “I’ll see you tonight?” He kisses me softly.
Something has upset him.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
“Everything is perfect.” He kisses me again, “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”
“What time?”
He smiles as he pulls me closer into a hug, “Look at you, getting all demanding.”
My face falls, fuck…. I am. “Oh….”
“I like it.” He smiles. “Demand all you want, baby.”
I twist my fingers, feeling embarrassed. He’s right, I am being demanding, what the hell is wrong with me, I’m getting clingy after two nights.
He can leave whenever he wants to.
I need to chill the hell out.
“Have a good day,” I say before taking a step back from him. Just go, I need some distance. I’m way too attached to you. If I’m like this after two nights, imagine the damage he could do to my heart if I actually fell for him.
A trace of a frown crosses his brow, and I force a smile.
“I’ll be over about seven,” he says.
“Yeah…. well,” I pause, “I’m probably busy tonight,” I lie.
“Doing what?”
