Driving home, Demetri holds my hand, giving it a squeeze every few minutes. We don't say anything but I can tell he has a lot bottled up in his head. In my own head, I replay the whole dinner, but stop on something Mr. Kennedy said about Demetri's demons. I figure if Demetri wants me to know about that, he will tell me. Everyone has demons from their past, it's just all about how you handle them. In my opinion, he is handling them very well.
We get home just before midnight and I am extremely tired from all the events at dinner. I quickly go into my room and shower, pulling on an oversized long sleeve shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. I pull my hair into a high messy bun as I walk upstairs to find Demetri. When I do find him, he is in his office. Sitting at his desk, he is shirtless with
