“Did I sleep well?”
“Usually.”
“Did we…” He stopped.
I waited.
“Did we share the bed every night?”
“Yes.”
Color rose in his face.
“I’m not asking about sex.”
“All right.”
“But we did.”
“Yes.”
“Was it good?”
I nearly choked.
Noah’s mouth curved.
“You asked.”
“I didn’t expect an answer that fast.”
“I value accuracy.”
He laughed softly.
The sound settled between us, intimate without history.
“What if I don’t want to share a bed?” he asked.
“You won’t.”
“What if I never do?”
“Then we arrange the house differently.”
“What if it’s strange?”
“It will be.”
“What if I panic?”
“I’ll give you space.”
“What if I need you?”
“I’ll come.”
He looked at me for a long time.
