“I’ll wait here and drive you home when you’re done.”
“I can take the bus.”
“No.”
“Grant,” she groans.
I smile. “I like driving you.”
“It’s going to be hours,” she warns.
I shrug. “I don’t mind.”
“This whole marrying you thing… what exactly would that entail?”
Her question surprises the shit out of me. “It means we’d be married.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
“Like, what are the rules?”
“You can do whatever you want. Well, no. You can’t see other men. Or kiss anyone else.”
“I mean, would it be a real marriage? Would it be just for show? We’d have to talk about the timeline for me to pay you back and?—”
“Pay me back?” I interrupt.
“For medical school.”
“You’re not paying me back.”
“Yes, I am. I have to! That’s way too much for you to give me.”
“I want to pay for medical school for you. I want to take care of you.”
“I… Why?”
I debate how much to tell her. She’ll freak if I admit that I fell in love with her at first sight, so I go a different route.
“Because I like it. I’ve never been the relationship type. Never dated or anything like that, but with you… I don’t know. It’s just different.”
She studies me for a minute, shifting in her seat. “Okay, so rules?”
“You move in with me.”
She nods. “I can live with that.”
“You finish school and let me pay for it.”
“Okay…” she says, less enthusiastically.
“That’s all I’ve got.”
She chews on her bottom lip as she thinks it over.
I prepare myself to counter her rejection with a dinner offer.
