Chapter 22

After that, we lose track of time. We both lay there, chatting and getting to know each other better. And all I can think to myself is: Why did I even THINK of not going on this date? I'm having a total blast.-TW: Mention of eating disorder

Before we knew it, the sun was setting. Luckily for us, we had a perfect view of where the sunset would be.

I ate a few chocolate biscuits with Zak but I made sure not to eat too much. I haven't been able to eat a lot recently. Every time I go to eat food I either just don't eat or if I do manage to get it down my throat, it'll just come back up a few hours later.

I think Zak had caught on to my bad eating happens these passed few days. He would always try make me eat something, but I'd always decline. I feel bad for making him worry. But I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I sit up from my lying position and look down at Zak. Wow. What a sight. Our eyes connect and I immediately smile. I lean down, gently and place a kiss on Zak's lips.

One specific thought floods my mind. 'Do I ask him to make this official?' The thought scares me, what if Zak isn't ready yet? We only shared our first proper kiss today. Yes we have had other encounters where things got a bit hot, but it was never like this.

Darryl decided to not ask Zak the question. He's too shy. Maybe in a few more days. Or maybe Zak will do it soon..?

My gaze switches from Zak's perfect face to the sky. It's almost pitch black. "Zak, it's getting pretty late. Shall we head back?" I ask him."Can I sleep over at your house tonight?" He asks me with no hesitation. I can feel my face heat up. 'He wants to have a sleepover with me?' I think to myself. I smile at the thought and then make a small nod at Zak.

The black haired male gets up to his feet and holds out a hand for me to grab. He helps me up and we give each other a small peck on the lips.

'How did I get so lucky?' Darryl thinks to himself.

"Do we just leave the stuff here?" Zak asks me. "No way! That's littering." I say as I bend down and pick up the leftover food and put in in the basket. I pick it up and throw it over my shoulder. "Can you carry the blanket?" I ask. "Of course, darling." Zak smirks at me and rolls up the blanket, neatly.

We begin walking across the fields, on our way back to our neighbourhood. "You sure you want to sleep at my house?" I ask Zak, just to clarify."If that's okay with you, yes." Zak responds, interlacing his fingers with mine.

I look down at our hands and then back at Zak's eyes. "Always."

When we pull up to my front door, I slide my key in and open it. Although, the house looks different... something about it seems... different.

"Hello son."

——CLIFFHANGER HEHEHEHE

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