It’s been three weeks since Owen and Becca’s wedding, and Aubree and I have spent almost every night together—either at her place or mine. We’ve shared meals and conversation, and had a lot of s*x. Sometimes I initiate it, and sometimes it’s her. But it’s always really, really hot.
We’ve grown closer, talked about every topic from work to goals to childhood memories to favorite vacation spots, you name it. I like coming home to her at night, like eating dinner with her and talking about our days. I love having her in my bed. And as good as things have been between us, I can’t help but feel like we’re overdue for an actual chat about our future and where we stand.
Because the only thing we haven’t talked about?
Us.
Us.And the worry about that has settled over me like a weighted blanket.
