"What if we make a new rule?" I ask instead.
"What kind of rule?"
"Weekends only. I'll stay the night. Not on weeknights--we have work, and if I'm here every night, that's…"
Too much. Too real. Too everything I swore this wouldn't be.
"Weekends only?"
"Gives us this…" I gesture between us. "But keeps some boundaries."
She studies me. "You need the boundaries."
More than you know. Without them, I'll drown.
"I think we both do," I answer gently. "Just to keep our heads straight."
She looks at me like we both know our heads are sideways and spinning around and every which way but straight. But she doesn't say so. Instead, she nods.
"Okay. Weekends."
Relief washes over me. "You sure?"
One of her brows arches. "Areyousure? You're the one who keeps trying to leave."
A laugh slips out of me. "That's because I know what happens when I stay."
"And what's that?"
"It gets harder and harder to leave."
"Then don't."
I look at her, shake my head in wonder. "You say it like it's that easy."
"Isn't it?"
"No," I answer on another laugh, this one drier, less amused. "Goddamn girl--you are trouble, you know that?"
"You like it," she says proudly, picking up her pizza again.
"That's the problem." I take the pizza from her and toss it back in the box, kissing her instead.
She rises up to her knees, the kiss deepening when she winds her arms around my neck.
Fuck it.
With no trouble, I grab her arm, duck in, and throw her over my shoulder. She's squealing, laughing, trying to hang onto her glasses as I carry her away.
"Grey, what are you doing?"
I slap her ass, and she yelps. "Taking you to bed."
"But the pizza!" She's giggling and wiggling pretending to fight me.
"The pizza will keep. I told you--it's late. You want me to stay? Then it's time for bed."
"You're crazy."
