“I take it you don’t have many overnight guests?” she asked, wiping the dust off the plastic. I shrugged. I’d never spent the night with a woman in this house. I was already crossing the invisible boundaries of our agreement by having her spend the night. There was no fucking way I was going to hash out what it meant with her. She was the one who was used to sharing a life, a sink, a bed with someone. She was the one coming out of a relationship. Great. Now I was tired and annoyed.
