“Again, I ask, what brought this on?" he asked with a slight laugh beside her.
As they laid in the bed, Darren still in his dress shirt and tie, pants around his ankles, breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling, Chelsea told him about the other profiles she saved on the website for him to peruse. Pulling her close against him, he chuckled. “You're really throwing yourself into this."
For a moment, she panicked. “Is that bad? Is it too much?"
He kissed the side of her head. “Not at all. I get it. It's new. Exciting. Trust me, I understand. If it seems to get to be too much or you get too far ahead of me, I'll yank you back."
“By the hair, I hope," she said, giggling as she nestled in closer to him.
“Is there any other way?"
She paused for a moment, twirling her fingers around his ha
