I say gruffly, “I want you to live with me. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to shower with me, feed me, and fuck me every night and four times on the weekends.” “Aha! I knew you were going to make me cook!” “Really? That’s what you got out of all that?” “No,” she says softly, smiling up at me. “I got the other stuff, too.” “And?” “And … it was all very nice.”
