Chapter Eleven
Theo
One bed…
“There’s no other bedroom, Theo,” Miranda said as she walked past me to go into the bedroom. “Just this one. Just the one bed. The whole idea is to live this week like a real man and wife. It makes sense.” Turning, she c****d her head as one hand drifted to rest on her jutted hip. “Don’t you think?”
“You’re probably right. It’s just that I hadn’t thought it would be like this. I thought we would each get a room. I thought that we would get the opportunity to decide if we want to sleep together or not.”
“So, you don’t want to have s*x with me?” She plopped onto the bed, pouty lips in place, hair tossed to one side.
She does look cute.
“It’s not that, Miranda. It’s just that you and I are on the verge of something special. If we end up getting married, we’
