The next several weeks flew by. Despite the inevitable return to reality the Monday after we spent our first weekend together, things didn’t really change for us. We spent most nights together, sometimes in his bed and other times in mine. In the initial week, I convinced Connor that we should sleep in different beds on occasion. I let out a small laugh as I remember the discussion that took place.
“Why on earth would we do that when you are like a tiny space heater I can curl up with. Conserve energy, Natty, and sleep with me.” Connor had pulled me closer to him as he spoke and kissed my nose.
“We already live together. I- I just don’t want to rush anything.” I told him with my head buried in his chest. At the time, I had worried that I was being a bit presumptive in thinking that he
