All Chapters of Dirty Little Collections: Sins We Never Speak Of: Chapter 11

4 YEARS LATERI rushed around our apartment, my graduation robe half-tied around my waist, the fabric brushing against my bare skin underneath. It had been four years since that dinner, four years since we were formally together. Dimitri graduated early last year and now it was my turn. The ceremony was in three hours, but Dimitri paced the living room like a caged animal, checking his watch every few seconds. He was fully dressed in his sharp button-up shirt and slacks, looking every bit the anxious boyfriend he was."Amelia, come on, we need to leave now," Dimitri said, his Russian accent thick with frustration. He grabbed my cap from the couch and shoved it into my hands. "Traffic will be bad. We cannot be late."I laughed, tying the robe's belt loosely. "Dimitri, relax. We have three hours. Plenty of time. You're acting like the world's ending."He stopped pacing and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Your father is there. At the university. He expects us on time. I do not want to