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“What is happening, Marco?” I asked.
He climbed into bed and sat back on the stack of black and white pillows. “This is you and me not fighting whatever it is that is happening between us. We’re not going to fight in general.”
Well, that was an easy answer.
“Why shouldn’t we fight?”
He shrugged and pointed the remote at the TV. “Because there are tons of things that are better than fighting.”
“Like what?” I demanded.
“Do you want the PG list, or the NC-17 list?”
My cheeks heated at his words. “Marco,” I gasped.
“PG list it is,” he laughed.
“Is this like me making a list of all of the rooms you have?”
He shook his head. “Not even close, mio amore.”
I ignored the nickname. It wasn’t worth it to argue with him about it. Besides, I kind of liked it. I just didn’t think he really understood what it means if he called me that. Maybe he called everyone that? But that would be a little awkward, right?
I shook my head. “I don’t even know what we’re talking about, Marco.” My brain couldn’t comprehend what was going on.
“We are kind of jumping all over the place, and you’re standing when you should be laying down.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know if I want you in my bed.”
He shrugged. “If you don’t know, then there might be a possibility that you do want me in your bed.”
He was supposed to be listing off…something. “What is the PG list?” I demanded. Maybe if he started listing things, I would remember what he was supposed to be listing. Hopefully.
“You sure you want to start with the PG list?” he laughed.
I glared at him and folded my arms over my chest.
“All right, all right,” he chuckled. “A PG list of things you and I could be doing instead of arguing.”
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bsp; Oh, right. That was what the list was about. He said he had an NC-17 list, too. We really did need to start with the PG one. “Go on.”
He nodded to the TV. “Watch whatever chick show it is you like to watch.”
“Golden Girls,” I informed him.
He nodded. “Eating dinner.”
“I already did that, and you’re doing that while you tell me this ridiculous list.” He could cross that one off the list.
“That applies to every day.” He popped another mushroom in his mouth.
I wondered how many Bristol had brought him. “Is that all you have on your list?”
He shook his head. “We could talk.”
There went my eyes rolling again. “Lame.”
