"She gave me some good advice while you took about three hours to get ready…. I didn't want a reaction, miele, I was grateful. I'll never make you jealous either. I'm sorry, baby." He kisses me, breaking away to rub his nose against mine, a little show of affection that I'm getting fond of. "I don't have any interest in getting reactions from other women … Only you."
I smile up at him shyly; he always knows just what to say to me and that inner anxiety fades away, replaced with a sudden desire to curl around him and squeeze tightly.
"What advice did she give you?" I question softly, my arms finding his waist even though we're still standing at the top of the stair in my apartment building. His mouth staying close to mine.
"To remember how easy it is for you to hide behind that wall when
