We ate in silence, with Dylan peeking over at me from time to time. He was seriously upset about this whole taking things slow. I know that it wasn’t practical, but it’s what I needed. If Dylan loved me as much as he claimed he did, it would be worth waiting for.
Dylan sighed as he placed his chopsticks down on the small table placed in between the mounted television and the hard sofa we were currently sitting on. It was a little amusing, though I wouldn’t dare laugh out loud. He was already in a mood, and I didn’t want to put him in an even worse one by laughing at his expense.
“Are you upset with me?”
I stopped eating, nearly letting the noodles fall from my mouth. It was strange to hear him ask this question because he usually wouldn’t have bothered. I could see that he was trying
