“Just when I was starting to lose any hope of us reconciling, you do something as spectacularly unexpected as…”
“...don’t,” I warned him, and he mercifully obeyed.
My decision to sleep with him had not been made because I had forgiven him; it hadn’t even been a decision - it had been an impulsive mistake.
At least he had spared me the indignity of asking whether it had been worth the wait, and I climbed off him and lay down just far enough from him that he wouldn’t try to turn the moment into something more.
“I apologize for accusing you of concealing a weapon, by the way; I was wrong.”
I rolled my eyes and moved a little further away.
“I knew that’s what you were doing - you were frisking me, not feeling my body in the heat of the moment.”
“I did intend to check, but when I touched
