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Ellie changed her shirt again. She was being stupid. They were just meeting his friends and Alison at Murphy’s, but she wanted to look hot. That bartender was way too friendly with Adrian.
The last week had been great. They’d spent the evenings watching TV or talking and later, they’d had s*x—wonderful, fabulous s*x. Sometimes they had it before dinner too, but they always ended the evening with s*x. Her favorite place in the house was their bed. No, it was his bed, not their bed.
She still had to find an apartment. She couldn’t move in with him on a permanent basis, at least not yet. Perhaps in a year or so they could take this step, but she really wanted this relationship to last and that meant not rushing everything. She pulled on another shirt. This one had a square necklin
