“I don’t want us to be a thing.”
I glare at him as he drives. “Newsflash: we are a thing.”
He glances at me, annoyed.
“You don’t have a problem with us being a thing every morning with your d**k out, do you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Stop being so crude.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Crude?”
“Yes, crude.”
“What’s the problem with people knowing about us?”
“I just want to keep you to myself.” “For how long?”
He shrugs.
I watch him as he drives. “Julian we’ve been together for months now. We’re in love. I want to tell the children.”
His face pales, his eyes widening. “We are not telling the children. No way in hell!”
“Why not?”
“Because they will only get excited and think we’re getting married.”
My brain tries to catch up with what he just said. “Where exactly do you see this relationship
