That brings up the whole question of “what we are”.
But seriously… Whatisthis? Are we dating? Hooking up? All of these concepts are new to me, and I try to make myself remember and focus on there being two separate boxes.
Love.
Sex.
So in terms of what “we” are, I guess we’re having really,reallygood sex. And maybe that’s all it is. Maybe that’s all ithasto be. But… Is it?
“Would you have stopped if I asked you to?”
He cocks a brow. “Said the word stop, or the word that wouldactuallystop me?”
“Same question for both,” I say hesitantly.
“No, and yes.”
I grin. “So… No to the word no, but yes to the word thunder.”
He lifts a dark brow. “I thought you were good with that arrangement.”
“No, I am. I just…” I sigh. “I’m just saying, how wouldyoulike it if you woke up to find me having sex with you or blowing you or something?”
He smirks. “Is that a real question?”
“Fuck you,” I laugh. “You know what I mean.”
He smiles. “Does itbotheryou that I do things to you while you’re asleep?”
I answer without having to think about it. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I shrug and shake my head, then let out a sigh.
He cocks a brow expectantly. “Because…”
I sigh. “Just…because?”
I yelp when he reaches out and pinches a nipple.
“OW!”
“Well?”
“Because I trust you!” I blurt. “Against my better judgment,” I add softly.
His brows knit. “Why that second part?”
“Because… I don’t know if I should,” I finally say.
Achilles’ eyes search mine. “Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me? I’ve followed through on every single thing I’ve ever said to you.”
I shake my head and then sigh. “Just… I don’t know, how does this usually work for you?”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, when you’ve done this with other girls?—”
