𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 56. ~~

She heaved a sigh. "Everything happened so fast since we came here. And your son has been busy too. There hasn't been a good time to mention it to him. But it is late already. Let's just wait till we get back home."

"As much as I don't want to talk about this to him, I can't disrespect you." She answered.

"Thank you, my dear. Just know it all for you and Demilade good."

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L

ola had retired to her room when it was past seven. The two friends were not back from wherever they went. She began to read after ending the call with her father.

Not long after she dozed off to sleep.

When Demilade returned, he met Lola asleep on the couch. She had been reading before she fell off to sleep. He felt quite guilty for keeping her waiting.

But he left her and went to shower and change out of his clothes.

When he was done, he went over to her side and took a seat on the small table in front of the couch, opposite where Lola was laying. He stared at her face and an involuntary smile spread on his face.

He wasn't sure if he should wake her up because she looked so peaceful, so he just sat there looking at her. He meant to brush away the hair from her forehead but she fluttered her eyes awake. She looked at him a bit surprised, and then she sat up, itching her left eye.

"You are back." She stated.

"Yes. Sorry that I kept you waiting." He apologized.

"It's fine." She replied rubbing her nape repeatedly. "How was your outing?"

"Good. It went well." He answered. "Sorry I woke you up." She just shakes her head in reply before adjusting her position on the couch.

"Do you still want us to talk or we should wait till tomorrow?" He asked her.

She retorted. "No, now is better." And he simply nodded. She was quiet for a while, probably thinking of how to start and Demilade decided to help her.

"Do you want to ask something?"

She looked up at his face. He was staring at her, so she looked away again. She nodded. She had never felt tongue-tied like how she was feeling at the moment. She had wanted to talk and had been waiting for Demilade to return. But here he was and she can't even open her mouth to say the words.

She knew what to say but she was more afraid of the answer and the words were also stuck in her throat.

"Just say it out, Lola. I'm not biting you. What is it you want to ask? I'm here to answer." Demilade asked in a very calm, patient voice. He sounded like he wasn't in a hurry and there was no bit of irritation in his voice.

She swallowed the lumps in her throat, adjusted her position again then peered up at him. "Last night... We have to talk about last night. We were... I was..."

"I don't think there is anything to talk about from last night." Demilade cut her off calmly. Lola gave him a quizzical look, furrowing her brows but inside of her was burning with fear. Then he continued before she could say anything. "Last night was great, awesome to say the least." Then she breathed out in relief.

Demilade just stared at her.

"What? Were you expecting me to say it was a mistake?" He asked. She shrugged without replying. "Well, it wasn't. And I am sure it wasn't to you too."

She could feel the conversation was getting awkward. To say she was surprised that Demilade was speaking freely about their sensual act was an understatement. He wasn't a bit flattered by any of it.