Chloe’s Point of View
Zayde held my hand the entire way to the restaurant, and I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. A waiter led us to our table as soon as we arrived, and it didn't take us long to decide what we wanted to eat.
Our drinks have arrived already, and we are currently making small talk, with Zayde dancing around the topic we came here to talk about.
Finally, having enough, I sigh and interrupt him mid sentence.
"So, are we going to talk about last night or not? And what happens next?"
Zayde tugs at his hair nervously and sighs before he looks at me.
“Well, first, I want to make sure how much you remember of what happened last night?”
He asks finally, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“You mean do I remember you throwing me over your shoulder like a caveman? Or th
