Page 58 of Sweeter Than Fiction

That is if Don still wants to continue on with this thing—whatever this thing is.

What is this thing?

Are we dating?

Are we friends with benefits?

Are we just neighbors who fucked?

And where do we go from here?

The questions fly through my mind faster than I can even process.

What happens if this doesn’t work out?

Do we stay friends?

Do we stay neighbors?

Suddenly, my relaxing morning in bed has just become very stress-filled. I wish I could be the woman who just says, “Let’s just see what happens.”

But I know myself better than that. This will be literally all I think about until I get some answers and clarification.

“Don,” I whisper.

Nothing.

A little louder this time. “Don.”

Still nothing.

I gently poke my finger into the side of his cheek. “Donovan.”

That gets me a sleepy, “Yes, Abigail?”

“I need to talk to you.”

With his eyes still closed, he replies, “I’m listening.”

Knowing I’m about to sound a little crazy, I say, “Yeah, that’s not going to work for me. Can you sit up?”

He does as I ask, rubbing his eyes before opening them up to look at me. “Okay, beautiful. I’m all yours. What’s up?”

“What is this?”

Confused, he asks, “What is what?”

“This thing that you and I have going on. Are we dating? Are we just screwing? Was last night a one-and-done?”

“Obviously not. We’ve already done it twice.” He smiles.

When he sees how freaked out I am, his tone changes to a more serious one. “Sorry. I was just trying to make you laugh. Abby, what do you want to happen between us?’

“Uhm.” I think. “Well, I know I’d like the sex to happen again. That was fun...and incredible. And I love spending time with you. But I also know that I’m kind of crazy and set in my ways. I’ll probably bug the shit out of you, and you’ll get sick of me. I have a lot of quirks.”

“Abs, let me tell you something. During the time you and I have been hanging out, I have seen a lot of your quirks. I see you bite your nails. I see the routines you follow each night. And I see how nervous and uncomfortable you get when those routines are altered.”

“How—”

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