They stopped to eat, then found a movie theater showing a film they both agreed they wanted to see. It was late afternoon when they left the theater. As they walked back to where Mars had parked the bike, he covertly studied Dylan.
We’re going to end up sleeping together, because it’s what we both want. But will he be…not sure faithful is the word. I warned him I wouldn’t tolerate him going off with other men while we’re together. No room 1001. Is he capable of being with only one man—namely me? Why do I care? s*x is s*x. The rest…well, I know myself. I don’t want a man who plays around. I’m not looking for a lifetime commitment, but if I’m going to sleep with him, it’s going to be me, and no one else, until we decide to call it quits.
They were almost to the bike when Dylan’s phone rang
