“What’s funny?” he barks. “Nothing about this situation is funny, Emily.”
He turns the page and then turns it again and then again. We both frown as we stare at it. “Okay, I see now.”
“You do?” I ask hopefully.
“No. I don’t. We find a hotel.”
“Jameson,” I plead. “I wanted to do something with you that you’ve never done with an ex-girlfriend. I just wanted us to do this first together. Will you just humor me, please?”
He exhales heavily.
I take his hands in mine. “I know this isn’t what you’re used to, but I wanted to take you out of your comfort zone. I really want to do this—it’s important to me. This is how uncomfortable I feel in your fancy apartment.”
“Not possible.” His eyes hold mine, and then he exhales in defeat. “Fine.” He begins to study the directions again; the light is
