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I cringe. "I mean, in the future, when you date."
He scoffs. "I don't date."
I bite the noodles so I can't comment.
"I'd date you though," he says quietly.
My stomach shrinks at his comment. Great, I was looking forward to the noodles. Ignoring him, I stab at a piece of chicken.
"Sky?"
"How exactly would you date me, Dylan? You can't go anywhere public nearby in case every teenage girl in the world descends on you."
"After this."
I place the fork on the table, heart turning rapid fire. "After what?"
"When we go...back, I want to see you again."
"You're delusional." However, his eyes tell a different story. "Are youserious?"
"Yes."
"You don't know me."
"Isn't that the idea of dating—to get to know someone?"
The noodles stick as my mouth dries. "I don't think..."
Dylan reaches across the table and touches my hand. "Come on, people do this all the time. They meet, like each other, and start dating. I want to try with you."
"I don't think dating is something that would happen between the real Sky and Dylan?"
"Why?"
"Who are you really Dylan Morgan? From what you've hinted, you don't even live in the same country as me, or the same world." I pause. "We're living in an illusion. Where you're Dylan, I'm Sky, and the rest of the world doesn't exist. As soon as we step outside of the fantasy, the people we are in this moment won't exist anymore."
I wait for an answer as Dylan stares at his plate, but he ignores my question. "I’ll take that answer as no?"
I don't reply.
His face tightens, and I again get the feeling people don't say no to him often. Silently, Dylan continues his meal, the tension between us thick. I gulp down wine and refill my glass. I want Dylan towantme, but yesterday he didn't. Now he says he does. The guy is confusing the hell out of me.
"Okay," he says eventually. "Let's talk about something else. Can we carry on with this...arrangement? Will you spend more time with your Dylan?"
"My Dylan?"
"The Dylan only you know." The intensity in his eyes pulls at my resolve.
"Who's he?"
"Not the person I left in London three days ago. Your Dylan is the guy you're reconnecting me with. You give life to him."
"I think you're reconnecting with yourself."
"With the help of a smart-mouthed girl who doesn't take any shit from me, yeah, I am." His eyes shine.
I can't help but smile. "Okay, I can carry on smart-mouthing you for another few days if you love my attitude that much."
