“How come we never go to your place?” I asked, looking toward my girlfriend Marissa as we walked through the park.
We met for lunch since our offices were only a block away from each other.
“I don’t know, your apartment is just closer to the city and honestly your place is nicer than mine.” I could tell she was hiding something in her voice.
We had been going out for about six months and things were amazing. The connection, the conversations, the s*x. She was the first girl since coming out as bi that I have said “I love you” to. But every time I brought up going to her place, she got a little nervous. It was a little thing and normally it wouldn’t bother me, but it was starting to feel like she was scared about letting me get close to her. It was the only reason I could think of for he
