Van insisted on following me home to make sure I arrived safely. I found his tendency toward overprotection annoying, but, deep down, it was endearing. Where was all this when we’d been humping each other like rabbits? I didn’t know what to think. He parked in the visitor’s area and then followed me up to my condo.
“Coffee?” I offered as I invited him into my home.
“Sure.”
I placed my keys on the rack by the door and headed to the kitchen, removing my winter jacket along the way and hanging it on the back of one of the chairs at the small table.
“You’re still a neat freak, aren’t you?” he asked as he sat and watched me fill the pot.
“You’re probably still a slob, I suppose?” I replied, remembering the many times I’d picked up after him because it drove me nuts to see clothing on the f
