Maybe Not (Maybe, #1.5)

by Colleen Hoover

If things continue at this rate, we’ll probably move in together before we even go on our first date.

I mean technically you already moved in together?

Her frown transforms into a shit-eating grin. “That was actually the prank!” She runs and jumps on the bed, and begins dancing around me. “You should have seen your face!” She’s laughing and jumping, bouncing every aching part of me up and down on the bed.

Honestly love her for that.