He thinks we need to pull back, date platonically, sleep separately, spend more time together with others and less time alone."
It would be better, I thought.
Better for our sanity, better for our chances.
"I hope he's got a Plan B."
Gideon opened his eyes and looked at my scowling face.
"That's what I said.
Again."
"So we're f**ked up.
Every relationship has issues."
He snorted.
"Seriously," I insisted.
"We are going to sleep separately.
That's something I let go too far."
"Separate beds or separate apartments?" "Beds.
That's all I can stand."
"All right."
I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder, so grateful that he was in my arms again and that we were together.
"I can deal.
For now."
His throat worked on a hard swallow.
"When I came home and found you here - " His arms tightened around me.
"God, Eva.
I thought Cary was lying about you not being home, that you just didn't want to see me.
Then I thought you might be out .
moving on."
"You're not that easy to get over, Gideon."
I didn't think I'd ever get over him.
He was in my blood.
I straightened so he could see my face.
He placed his hand over his heart, the hand with the key.