Kyle P.O.V
After Craig told me that we were dating, we got up and got dressed. He handed me his hoodie and said that I can keep it. The blush that spread across my face was insane. It trailed all the way down my chest and to the tips of my ears. I pulled it over my head and inhaled his smell, hoping that he wouldn't see me. Luckily he had turned around and was grabbing his pants out of his draws.
A few minutes later, when we were both finally dressed, he took my hand and led me downstairs for breakfast. His family was all staring at us, and giving us strange looks. "Hey, dumbasses! Can you stop fucking staring at me and my boyfriend! Yes! We had sex! Get over it you fucking vultures!" Craig shouted, shocking me. His hold got tighter on my hand as we sat down across from Tricia. I knocked our knees together under the table nervously. I hate the look she's giving me.
"So Kyle. Um, how's your mom doing?" I was shocked as laura asked about my mom. At least she's trying to be nice to me.
"She's doing pretty well, actually! She's still a little shaken up from the school shooting the other week, but that's to be expected." I mumbled nervously. I'm still a bit taken aback that she's trying to make polite conversation. If it was my family and the situations were reversed, Craig would be dead by now.
"Craig, your cousin Lydia is having her wedding this weekend and you still don't have a date. Why not invite your new boyfriend?" Tricia teases.
"And lead his straight into a nest of judgemental pricks? No thanks. If I had a choice, then I wouldn't be going either. Although, if I have to suffer, it might be better to do it with someone I actually like... What do you say, Kyle? Do you want to go to a shitty British wedding with me?" Craig asks me softly, not wanting to overload me with too much too soon.
"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Ok then. Sure. What could go wrong?" He clearly wasn't expecting me to say yes