“You know…. because I live with you, and you rubbed off on me. You have made abrasive love an art form.” He winks, again, sass in place of love sonnets, and I eye roll.

“Thanks. I feel so proud! …. About that…… Ummmmm. How much do you like your spare room?” I finger the hem of my shirt nervously, pushed to do this now because it’s been on my mind and seems like a good topic to slot it in. Watching his strong shoulders move under that sexy fitted tee as he does the ...