We spent the day together, being lazy, getting to know each other better. And despite looking, I couldn’t find a single flaw in this seemingly perfect man. Okay, so the fact he refused to sleep with me until after we’d had our third date was annoying, irritating, maddening, but I had to agree it was probably for the best. We both wanted something long-term and meaningful. We’d both had a string of unsatisfying relationships and didn’t want history to repeat itself again. I hated that he was being so logical and determined, but equally I admired those same qualities.
“We haven’t even been on one proper date yet,” I moaned, getting ready to leave his flat.
“We went to the supermarket and had coffee afterwards.”
I fought hard not to roll my eyes. But if he was counting that, then I was tha
