"Yes. She sleeps with me every night."
"No way. I hafta draw a line here."
A line? "What line?"
"I can't have a cat in the bed."
"She's not in the bed, she's on the bed. She weighs two pounds. How is she bothering you?"
"I don't want her looking at me or jumping on me when we start to get into it."
I stare at him in the dim light. "Get into it? Into what, exactly?"
"You know, when we start to have sex."
I flop back down against my pillow. "The cat stays. She's not going to bother us when we get into it. You'll probably scare her away anyway."
He flops back down too. "I didn't sign up for a cat in the bedroom."
"You'll learn to love her. Can we please go to sleep now?"
Again he turns onto his side to face me. "What happened to the last guy?" he blurts out.
"What last guy?"
"The last guy you had sex with. How long were you together?"
I screw my eyes shut, not wanting to think about Danny. "We were together for two years. We broke up because he got a job offer in another state.”
"Was he a nice guy?"
"Yes." Until he left.
"Did you love him?" His voice is softer now, with a hint of curiosity coming through.
"Yes."
"Do you still?"