She’s right. If we don’t put down some firm expectations and things to stay away from, we’re asking for trouble.
“No one can know,” she says.
“You embarrassed to be sleeping with me?”
“No, but if people know, rumors and expectations of marriage and babies won’t be far behind.”
I nod. “Deal.”
“No sleepovers, no restaurants.”
“You’re a dream come true.” I lean forward, my lips begging to touch hers again.
“Do you have any rules?” she asks.
“One,” I say, holding up my finger.
“Okay, what is it?”
“Those overalls? You wear them every day.”
She laughs and I take the opportunity to move in, knowing I’ve got permission for my hands to wander where I’ve imagined them being for weeks.
But she places her hand on my chest and leans back. “First, we have to clean this apartment.”
I grab he
