“No, they’re not,” he whispers angrily, pulling me the exit.
What?
He drags me from the restaurant and out to the car, not forgetting to and open my door for me.
“I didn’t want to go.” I pout, annoyed.
“Well, we had to.” He pushes me into the car, closes the door, runs to his side in a rush and gets in.
“Why?”
“I don’t want anyone to know about us?” He starts the car.
“Why?” I frown over at him. “Are you ashamed of me?”
He scowls as if the very thought is ridiculous. “No, I’m not ashamed of you.”
“Then what’s the problem?” I snap.
“I don’t want us to be a thing.”
I glare at him as he drives. “Newsflash: we are a thing.”
He glances at me, annoyed.
“You don’t have a problem with us being a thing every morning with your dick out, do you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Stop being so crude.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Crude?”
“Yes, crude.”
“What’s the problem with people knowing about us?”
“I just want to keep you to myself.” “For how long?”
He shrugs.
I watch him as he drives. “Julian we’ve been together for months now. We’re in love. I want to tell the children.”
His face pales, his eyes widening. “We are not telling the children. No way in hell!”
“Why not?”
“Because they will only get excited and think we’re getting married.”
My brain tries to catch up with what he just said. “Where exactly do you see this relationship going, Julian?”
His eyes find mine. “Don’t start.”
“Don’t start?” I shake my head. “What do you fucking mean, don’t start?”
“It means I’m not having this conversation.”
“So, that’s it? As far as you’re concerned we’re just going to keep going on like this?”
“Like what?” he snaps.