“I don’t care for rules.” I played nonchalant, picking my nails. “I want my new lover to show me some of his real self, not the persona he plasters on for the rest of the world.”
Shaking his head, he rose off the bed and began pacing the floor. “I warned you I won’t change. If you want to be with me, you will never be free. I make the rules.”
“Those are just words. Actions equal change.”
He turned and stared at me, his hand stroking his chin. “What did you just say?”
“Actions equal change.”
He folded his arms across his chest and stood tall and square, unyielding but thoughtful.
“A compromise then?” he asked, and I smiled a little. He tapped his lip while he thought about it. “Let’s do Paris after all. We were meant to go today. Let’s go tomorrow and spend some time there. You said I
