EMILY
Just so I'm clear, at what point can I start calling you my girlfriend?“
“Hmm,” I leaned back again the cabin, “I don't know, a lady needs a man than knows he has to formally ask, you know.“
“Even after we just f*cked?“
My hands dramatically crossed before my chest, I said, “Good sir, this lady doesn't make the rules, does she?“
“Very well then,” he got on his feet and then on one knee, “Em, will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?“
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have made him do this. It was a little more awkward than romantic– so not the vibe. But you know what? It was all good because it came from his heart. I could tell..
“Okay, maybe you dial it down a notch, we're not getting married, are we?“
I get it. I know. It was all happening fast. Insanely fast. So what? Mayb
