Revealed

Chapter Seven

We'd done nothing for the rest of the day. I hadn't realised how late I had woken up, sleeping the majority of the morning away. We ordered pizza after a while, eating too late for it to be lunch but too early for dinner. As he'd so eloquently put it, right now, we were messed up.

I had my clothes scattered around the room, trying to get rid of the stuff that, looking over it now with a considerably more rational mind, was irrelevant. I'd rather have a few less tops and a lighter backpack. It was clear that we hadn't been paying attention when we were packing, random vest tops, bed socks, and a dress that was more suited for clubbing than anything else.

More things than I needed, that was for sure. I highly doubted that we'd be hitting the clubs any time soon, it was definitely going to go, even if the crimson chiffon did match my skin tone impeccably.

"Are you going to sort my things out too once you're done?"

"Sort it out yourself, you're the one carrying it."

"I paid for your pizza." At the moment, he was paying for everything. It was annoying, I didn't like having to rely on him, especially not since I had a bank account with generous savings from work. I'd been saving up, hoping to move out within the next few months, maybe the year at most. It was frustrating that I couldn't get to it, even more so when I needed it the most.

"Don't remind me," I said. He didn't, eventually joining me on the floor, sorting through his own things. Turns out that I was far more ruthless than he was when it came to throwing things out.

"You never know when we might need it. I've got a lot of money put to the side, but I don't know how long we'll be living off of it for. We might want to keep this rather than throw everything away."

I rolled my eyes. "We're not throwing out everything, just the things that we're not going to use. When are you ever going to use a utility belt?"

"For my gun. Like I said, we might need it."

I dropped my voice, not confident about talking about weaponry too loudly in a public place. Useful or not, guns were illegal. "I'm sure that you won't need to hold it in a belt. In fact, I'm sure that we won't be using the gun at all. I don't even want to know how or why you've got one."

"When you've been around for a while, you learn to be safe rather than sorry."

I stood up, grabbing another slice of pizza just to give me something to do. "How old are you?"

"Quite."

"Zander, I'm serious. I can't help but feel like I've been dating grandpa for a year."

"I'm not a granddad, I don't have any kids, and don't plan on them anytime soon."

"Stop changing the subject."

"Stop talking with your mouth full." I took a swig of water, not finishing the slice, handing it to him instead. He took it, speaking before taking a bite. "Anyway, you always knew that I was older than you."

"Yeah, but only by a few years, I didn't think that you'd been around for a millennia."

"I haven't been." He smirked at me, I hated that look. "I thought girls liked older guys."

I swatted at his hands. "Some girls might."

"And to others, age is just a number."

"A number which I'd be interested in knowing."

"You're too persistent."

"Coming from you? The guy who stalked me every day for a month?"

"I had a very good reason to be stubborn, you do not."