I shrugged. "About a hour."
"Oh," his lips for an 'o' and he lifted his eyebrows. "How come, honey?" From the softness of his voice, I know he's concerned.
"I have something I need to tell you," the word vomit which I'd been holding in since last night finally explodes. I rearranged myself on the sofa so I was facing him completely with my legs crossed underneath me.
"Did you finally shave your legs?" With a straight face, he took another gulp of coffee.
"Shut up. " I was blushing slightly. It hadn't been that long, okay? "I'll do that when I-" I shook my head, knowing that I was getting off track. "This is serious."
His expression remained blank. "Honey, that forest growing on you is serious-" I cut him off, knowing that his rant about my body hair could last a while because f
