I contemplated whether or not I would sit right next to him on the couch or on my bed. If I sat beside him, we would be too close with each other and I don’t think that it would be comfortable for both of us and if I choose the bed, it might be awkward as well. In the end, I chose the latter. I was wearing decent clothes so I don’t think he would get any idea why I didn’t want to sit next to him.
“I was wondering,” He said as he looked at me as if he was about to say something serious. “If we get married do we get to share the same room?”
“No, no, no,” I said. “Not a chance, Mister. Don’t even think about it,”
“Why? If we’re married then that would just mean that we have to live in one roof and in one room.” He said. I know he was just teasing me. I know that the marriage was just for
