Iniko
“Not bad,” I say, sipping the champagne. I take her glass and mine and set them on the coffee table. Then I take her hand and lead her to the couch.
“Why don’t we talk about expectations,” I say.
She gulps audibly and her eyes get as wide as saucers, but she sits on the couch beside me.
“Okay,” is all she says.
I smile, hoping to help her relax. The whole point of this conversation is to get her to just be herself around me.
“You’re obviously not ready for anything physical between us right now, and I understand that. I want you to feel comfortable here, so why don’t you plan to sleep in the bedroom, and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”
She frowns at me. “You’re not going to fit on the couch.”
“Well, I’m hoping there’s a pull-out bed, but if not, I’ll make it work. For now,
