“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
For a moment I was ecstatic, and then I realized that there was something between us that needed to be addressed.
“Miles,” I said. “I think we should make certain things clear… that is to say, I think we should take certain things off the table.”
“Ugh… I don’t like where this is heading.”
“We can’t live together and get involved with one another.”
“We’re not involved with one another,” he reminded me.
“And we can’t blur those lines going forward,” I said, trying to ignore my intense attraction to him. “Agreed?”
Miles frowned and I saw the internal conflict in his eyes. After a moment, he nodded. “Agreed,” he said, but his heart didn’t sound in it.
The sad fact was that I needed this apartment far more than I needed a boyfriend and I knew that Miles knew that too.
“Okay,” I said. “I guess that’s settled.”
“Well then,” Miles said, with a smile I couldn’t quite decipher. “Welcome to your new home… roomie.”