“We’ve kind of had this whole bitter, judgmental, standoffish relationship going on. It was comfortable. I don’t know what to do with this. Are we calling a truce or something?” He appraises me for a moment, and then he sits up and stretches. Damn, he is pretty. Then, he plants his arms on the bed and leans into me. “You’re in my T-shirt, in my bed, holding my dog. What do you think?”
