But I was grateful that I got to have this short time with her, and I’d take what I could get.
Which wasn’t a whole lot at the moment, because she was determined to keep her guard up.
“So, we keep dating, and you move into the house, just so no one will be suspicious.” She quirked a brow.
“Right. I can stay in the guest room. No one will know.”
“Okay. And what do we tell everyone?”
“What they already think. We say we’re having fun. We’re enjoying our time together.”
“What do I tell Henley now that we’re extending things?” she asked.
“Tell her that we wanted to extend things and that we both know that it has an expiration date, and we’re fine with that. It’s two months. It’s not like you’re going to fall in love with me if you haven’t already,” I said, my voice laced with humor.
“Very true. And let’s negotiate the terms.”
“All right. How about I get to kiss you when I want to, and vice versa? I mean, we aren’t dating anyone else, so we should be allowed to enjoy ourselves in the meantime.”
“I can live with that.” She pulled out her sketch pad and turned to a fresh page and looked up at me. “Okay, so let’s just make this official so there won’t be any gray area.”
“I’m a numbers guy. I love a contract and rules.” I barked out a laugh.
“Okay. Number one, you move into the main house, and you stay in the guest room. Number two, we can’t see anyone else. We’d be caught immediately because we’re going to have eyes on us.”
“Done and done. Those are easy.”
“Okay…” She tapped the pencil against her lips, and I wanted to tip her back and kiss her senseless again, but I’d need to tread lightly with Lulu. “What else? You can make some demands. I’m turning your life upside down until I leave town.”
“So, we’ve already established that kissing is on the table.” I quirked a brow. I’d like to negotiate a blow job, but I didn’t want to push my luck.
“Yes. You’ve got very kissable lips.” She wrote everything down on the sketch pad.
“Great. I think orgasm showers are a must.”
Her head tipped back in laughter. “I’m not writing that.”
“Because you’re opposed to it?”
“No.” She smirked. “It was the best shower I’ve had in a very long time. But I think we keep it more general. So I’ll write that anything else is on the table, as long as we both agree.”
“I can live with that. It appears my cock is slightly hard for you to resist.”
She rolled her eyes. “Says the man who tore my panties from my body just to get there quicker.”
“Hey, I like to please my woman.”
“I guess this is a great plan. We continue hanging out and doing whatever we feel like until I leave. Then we part ways as friends, and there are no hard feelings.”
“It’s the best relationship I’ve ever been in,” I said, moving my thumb along the line of her jaw.
“No wonder you remain so friendly with all your exes. This is so civil.” She finished jotting down the rule about doing whatever we feel like and the fact that there was an expiration date. She underlined that one, as if she wanted us both to remember it. “Sign here, Rafael.”
I signed the ridiculous contract, and so did she.
“Feel better now?” I asked.
“I do.” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “How do you feel about a shower before bed, boyfriend?”
