Screw the space, I take her into my arms. “That’s not going to happen. We’ll take things slow, we don’t have to label this, share beds, or change anything. We’ll take it day by day.” She wraps tentative arms around me. “Okay but…sharing beds wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” I draw back, looking down at her. “I want that as long as you want it.” “I do,” she abashedly admits. I smile at her. “I’m strictly yours like I hope you’re strictly mine.” My heart thrashes, liking the sound of that.
