Once we ascended the stairs, I felt the first flicker of awkwardness occur that whole night.
“Um,” I said, hesitating in front of my bedroom doors.
I had never invited him into my bedroom before.
He looked at me with the same expression I was probably displaying; tentativeness. “I guess I will see you in the morning?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for an answer.
Suddenly, I felt like we were two school kids on the porch after a first date. A grin spread my face apart at the sheer foolishness of it—he had just been inside of me, and we were technically married.
“Yes, I will see you in the morning,” I teased, stepping over my threshold as he shot me a puzzled look, “because you will be lying next to me.”
He laughed, walking in afte
