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by voidgilbert

by voidgilbert

Dylan and I met my parents at the fancy-ish Italian restaurant. My nerves were crazy, and I felt like I was having a panic attack.

We were seated in a four seated table, dressed in somewhat fancy attire. My father cleared his throat, his eyes angry. "So, Dylan, what do you do for a living?"

"I just graduated college," He begins. My eyes widen as I choke on my water.

My parents, and Dylan look at me like I had a hundred heads. "Are you okay, sweetie?" My mother asks.

I nod my head, trying to clear my throat from coughing anymore. I take a deep breath as Dylan puts his hand on my thigh. I put my hand on top of his, mentally thanking him. "So, you were saying?" My father says.

"Oh, right. I just graduated college, and I am going to be a math teacher for high school students, next year." Dylan says.

I smile nervously to my mother, once I made eye contact with her. "How did you two meet?" My mom asks.

"We met at a diner, I was with Audrey and Sarah, and I bumped into him. I thought he was cute and we started talking for a few minutes and I got his number and we went on a few dates." I tell my parents.

"Aw, that's cute." My mom swoons.

Dylan and I talked about that answer in the car, knowing the question would come up. It's a lot easier than saying 'We met at a bar, which I used a fake ID to get in, then slept with him. Went to school and realized he was my math teacher.'

"How long would you say, you two were exclusive?" My dad asks.

Dylan clears his throat, "We went on a few dates for about two months, and I recently asked her out." He tells him.

I take a sip of my water, sighing loudly. This is gonna be a long night.

"Hey, so, I have a question."

"Shoot." Dylan says from the drivers seat. Last night went well with my parents, my dad seemed to like him, my mother loved him. As of right now, we're going to a small cafe in town, and then going shopping for a bit afterwards.

"You have your own house in New York, right?" I ask.

He nods, glancing at me for a second, then looking back at the road. "Why?"

"Sarah met some guy that lives there and they've been texting and FaceTiming, and she wants to meet him. I was wondering if we could stay there."

"Yeah, sure. When?"

"Next week sometime, I don't know. This could be good for us, too." I say, gasping. "We'd be having sex in the city!"

He laughs, "you're such a dork."

"I know, but I'm your dork." He smiles, grabbing my hand and pressing his lips onto my knuckle.

He pulls into the parking lot of the cute cafe, and we climb out of the car. We intertwine our hands as we enter the restaurant.

What I loved most about Dylan was that he was older than me. He was twenty-four, and I was eighteen. The age gap made the relationship seem so much riskier to me, but I loved it. I loved the risk.

My parents hadn't asked for his age last night, I was grateful for that. "Babe," Dylan calls out from his kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Um, come in here." He says.

I huff, standing up from the couch and walking into the kitchen. I gasp as soon as I enter. He had candles set around the room, the lights were dim and he played romantic music softly in the background. There was a home cooked meal on the dining table, and a bottle of wine.

"Dylan," My eyes welled up with tears. "This is so cute." He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist. "It's not much, but it's been six months since we've been together, which means in six months, it'll be a year. It took me five months to fall in love with you, and I want every night with you to be special." he says.

I kiss his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you, Dylan." I peck his lips again.

"And I, you." He smiles, kissing me one more time.