"Agreed." I kissed her forehead. "What else?"
"We take it slow." Her hands rested on my chest. "I'm not ready to tell Tom we're together, not until I'm sure this will work."
That stung, but I understood. "How slow?"
"I don't know, just slower than jumping into bed the first night I come home from a date with someone else." She smiled slightly. "Maybe we should actually date before we sleep together again."
"We already slept together." I couldn't help pointing out.
"That was a mistake."
"That was inevitable." I corrected. "But fine, we can pretend we're starting over if that makes you feel better."
"It does." She stepped back, putting space between us. "And Caleb, I need you to understand—I'm going to mess this up. I'm going to get scared and push you away. I'm going to have moments
