But he wanted me to move in with him and his kids.
Tomorrow!
“The point is, this is moving too fast.”
His tone was less gentle when he noted, “You say this often.”
“Because you move too fast often.”
“We clearly disagree on this,” he returned.
“Apollo, it’s been a week.”
“And again, I will state we share the same table every evening and the same bed every night. I don’t understand why it has to be in separate homes.”
“Because there are children involved,” I hissed.
“And this factors how?” he shot back, definitely less gentle and getting impatient again.
But I felt my own brows rise.
“How?”
“That’s what I asked,” he returned. “You see, my dove, it isn’t you saying good-bye to your children and riding through the snow every night.”
All right. Fine.
I could see that.
“Okay then, if that’s a pain in your ass, and I could see that it would be night after night, then I’ll sneak in the house after they go to bed.”
He’s brows knit. “Sneak?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you sneak?”
He was crazy.
“Because, honey, I’d be arriving to crawl in your bed with you and do the nasty.”
His jaw got hard and his arms got tight. “What we do in bed is not nasty.”
Uh-oh.
Obviously, he got the wrong idea about that.
I shook my head quickly and set about righting that wrong. “No. That’s not what I meant. It’s a turn of phrase in my world.”
He dropped his arms and took a step back. “It doesn’t surprise me that those of your world would use that word for lovemaking. However they are wrong and you are wrong for using it to refer to what we do.”
Now I could see he was getting angry so I erased the space he put between us and placed my hand on his chest. “You’re right. I’d never thought of it like that, but you’re right and it absolutely does not define in any way what we do in bed or how I think of it.”
“Yet you discuss sneaking into my home to avoid my children knowing you’re here and in my bed, so you must hold some scorn or guilt for what we do,” he returned.
“No,” I shook my head again, leaning deeper into him. “Not at all. But they’re kids Apollo. Young kids. And they don’t need to know their father has a bed partner.”
“I won’t exactly be sharing our play second for second at the breakfast table, Madeleine,” he stated, his voice turning cold. “But to share your bed with a woman you care about is not something to be ashamed of.”