“We’ll have a few hours before I need to get back to my house tonight.” His face falls. “You’re not sleeping here tonight?” “I thought I was going home.” My eyes search his face for guidance. “Hud, you’ve got to remember I’ve never done this before. This whole . . . I don’t know, relationship thing. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” “That makes two of us, Mads. We’ll figure it out together. We’ll do what feels right for us.” He runs his hands over the back of my head, and I nearly swoon, unsure if he could possibly say anything more perfect than that.
