Three days later Drew was still staying with me at night. In the morning we would enjoy shower s*x then he would go home to get dressed for work. I told him it was ridiculous.
“I know. Bringing a bag over here feels so high school though, like I’m having a sleepover with a buddy instead of spending the night with my woman.”
I couldn’t resist the tingle that spread through me at his words. I was his woman!
“No, it means you’re planning ahead to stay with me and not deciding at the last minute.”
“I feel like I should go home every day and at least check in.”
“Check in with who? You’re the only one who lives there.”
Drew laughed. “I know. Okay, maybe it is ridiculous. But you’re coming home with me this weekend. Besides, I have the bathroom of your dreams.”
“Kitchen too,” I agreed, wra
