Demi
I've spent my day avoiding my parents and preparing for tonight. I'm not entirely sure why Demitri would just agree to a meal with my parents. Dean only met them once, and we had been dating for a year when I finally let him meet them.
Granted, a few months later, he was gone, but still, I don't introduce men to my parents, not this soon and are we even dating? I've no f*****g idea about that, either.
Picking up the phone, I call Yas.
“Demi, how's your quiet time going?”
“It's not very quiet. My parents returned, deciding to use the time off with me rather than enjoy their cruise,” I mutter.
“s**t, so are you coming home?”
“No, I figured I would stay for at least a week, and then they won't complain,” I sigh and prepare myself for the reply that will undoubtedly come when I tel
