“Says who?”
“Says us.”
“Not me.
“Fine, I’m saying it. We can figure it out, Madi. We can figure out what love means for us. But I do love you.”
“You think you do,” I protested weakly.
“Yes, I think I do. And I don’t want to heargood to knowthis time.”
“It’s not good to know. I have no idea what to do about it if you love me.”
He laughed. “There’s nothing to do about it.”
“Sure there is.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like… sex?”
“Well, you’re great at sex. You know I’m on board ifthat’swhat you want to do about it.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not screwing you while you’re in love with me and I’m not sure how I feel.”
“Why not?”
“Because it would mean something to you!”
“So?”
“What do you mean, so?” I tossed a hand toward him. “If you love me, it changes things between us. I don’t want to be the person who doesn’t care as much. I don’t want to be a bitch, or a bad mate, or…” I cut myself off when he started walking around the island. Coming toward me. “What are you doing?”
He lifted me up off the chair, taking my seat and setting me back down on his lap. “Alright. Go on.”
“Why am I sitting on you?”
“Because you needed it.”
“I didn’t.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
I smacked him on the arm. Not as lightly as I probably should’ve.
He grinned.
“I can feel how hard you are,” I complained.
“You like me hard.”
“Don’t make this about sex.”
“You’re the one who brought it up in the first place.”
“That was obviously a bad call, but that’s still not what we’re talking about. I?—”
“Youfeellike I’ll resent you if we’re screwing when I know I’m in love with you and you don’t know how you feel about me,” he said. “Did you notice that I paid attention to your feelings there?”
