Gianna
Dinner is painfully awkward, which itself is strange.
I thought the whole eat dinner together rule was just another way for him to get under my skin. Some sick ploy to make me remember our past. But if silence is his weapon of choice, then bravo, Dmitry. It’s working.
The one time I actually need him to say something, he doesn’t.
Christ.
I poke at my food, a little louder than necessary, hoping it gets his attention. Anything. A glance. A comment. A reaction.
Nothing.
He just stares ahead, chewing slowly, eating like I’m not even here.
What the actual f**k, Dmitry.
I bite down on my lip, flicking my hair over my shoulder like it might brush the memories from a few minutes ago out of my head, but it’s useless.
I just had cam s*x with a total stranger. One that might most li
