“First, we use coasters in the Mara Hanover household,” I declared.
Another lip twitch from Mitch then, “So noted.”
“Second,” I continued, “we have boundaries.”
“Boundaries?” Mitch repeated.
“Yes, boundaries,” I replied on a nod of my head. “Such as, we’re in here because Billy and Billie’s room is their room and I want them to feel that’s their space.”
“All right,” Mitch agreed.
“Another example would be this,” I threw out a hand, “is my space and when I’m in here alone, sleeping, no one is allowed to come in here and, say, turn off my alarm clock.”
“Is anyone, say, me, allowed to come in here when you aren’t sleeping? Say, when you’re awake, in that cute nightie, you lose the robe and you personally show me the exceptional qualities of the Spring Deluxe?”
I leaned in an inch and informed him, “I’m not joking, Mitch.”
“Neither am I, Mara,” Mitch replied.
I sucked in breath and leaned back.
All right, I’d let that go.
“Third –” I started.
“Let’s go back to the second,” he cut me off, pushing from the door and starting toward me. “I wanna be clear about the boundaries of this room.”
I started moving back. “Mitch –”
“Just so you know, when it comes to you, I have no boundary issues about my bedroom.”
The backs of my legs hit bed and Mitch kept coming so I lifted a hand to ward him off and mumbled, “Um…”
“Just so you know,” Mitch repeated, his chest hitting my hand then his entire body stopping smack in my space, “I’m in my bed, sleeping or otherwise, you should feel free to, say, crawl into it with me and do anything you want.”
Oh God.
I was seeing that I should have stood firm on the breezeway.
“Uh…” I mumbled as Mitch’s chest pushed against my hand and his eyes went to my bed then back to me just as his hands settled on my waist.
Oh God!
“It looks comfortable, baby,” he whispered.
“Um…”
“Though, that kind of thing is try before you buy. You gonna help me out with that?”
It took effort but I pulled myself together.
“Are you making moves on me with two kids in the other room?” I asked.
“Billie had three donuts and Billy had four. In about five minutes they’re each gonna have a sugar crash and lapse into donut comas. My guess is, we have an hour.”
“Mitch, seriously, we have important things to talk about.”
“I agree. Setting the boundaries of your bed and my bed are very important.”