“Is this just a hookup thing?” Quickly, she added on, “Because it’s okay if it is. I just… I like knowing where I stand with someone. And I know it’s a little weird because I’m working for you right now, but—” “I’d rather it not just be a hookup thing,” I admitted. “But let’s get through Sunday and make sure that you still wanna be in this with me before we make any decisions, yeah?” That seemed to appease her. Wren was organized chaos. She seemed genuinely okay with the idea of no-strings fun, but a little reassurance that we were operating on the same wavelength was never a bad idea.
