The Cuddle Clause

by Roxie Ray

“Three flights up. No elevator,” I grumbled, trying to keep it light. “You really like to weed out the weak, huh?” “If they can’t carry emotional baggage and literal baggage,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a grin, “they’re not roommate material.” “Good thing I have suitcases full of both,” I muttered as I unlocked the car.

“Anything else you want me to lift?” “My will to live,” I said dryly. He grimaced. “Ouch.”

Conflict Resolution Clause: In case of disagreement, both parties agree to: Rock-paper-scissors duel Mediation via passive-aggressive sticky notes Or, if necessary, forced eye contact and a very long, awkward hug