52

“Right now you’re over there and I’m over here. But when you come over here and we get into bed then, yes, we’ll be together.”

“Reeve!” Goddammit, this was hard enough. “I’m being serious, here. Please.”

His grin faded. “What are you asking, Emily?”

“I’m asking about Amber.” Amber, who was right on the other side of the wall. I could feel her presence in the room as if it were only a thin screen that divided us instead of a foot of drywall and insulation.

“Seeing as how she’s not in the room, I’d say I’m even more not with Amber than I am not with you.”

I let out an exasperated groan. “Why do you keep dancing around this? Do you not know what you want? If that’s the case, just tell me.” I’d never done this before – never had to feel my way around a relationship that wasn’t based on financial security. Strangely, this was so much more difficult than negotiating where I’d live and how much I had for living expenses and whether I’d allow double penetration or cum in my hair. This was my