"About fifty minutes. A bunch of items are in the boxes I had unpacked. I switched things around as fast as I could when she called, crying, asking if she could come.
She called the cell phone—I told her I was out and would be home in an hour. I didn't know how to say no."
"You couldn't," I acknowledged.
"Are you okay with this?"
I sighed and held out my hand for the pills.
"It's fine. Thank God, it's a king-sized bed. You stick to your half, I'll stick to mine."
I smirked. "You can have a close encounter of the wheezing."
Her eyes grew round, making me snicker.
She'd been so anxious to set the scene, she hadn't thought about what happened later.
Swallowing the pills, I reached for the bottle of water she was holding.
"Unless, of course, you'd like to revisit the whole 'fucking, no fucking' topic. You've already resisted me for a month."
