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That brings up the whole question of “what we are”.

But seriously… Whatisthis? Are we dating? Hooking up? All of these concepts are new to me, and I try to make myself remember and focus on there being two separate boxes.

Love.

Sex.

So in terms of what “we” are, I guess we’re having really,reallygood sex. And maybe that’s all it is. Maybe that’s all ithasto be. But… Is it?

“Would you have stopped if I asked you to?”

He cocks a brow. “Said the word stop, or the word that wouldactuallystop me?”

“Same question for both,” I say hesitantly.

“No, and yes.”

I grin. “So… No to the word no, but yes to the word thunder.”

He lifts a dark brow. “I thought you were good with that arrangement.”

“No, I am. I just…” I sigh. “I’m just saying, how wouldyoulike it if you woke up to find me having sex with you or blowing you or something?”

He smirks. “Is that a real question?”

“Fuck you,” I laugh. “You know what I mean.”

He smiles. “Does itbotheryou that I do things to you while you’re asleep?”

I answer without having to think about it. “No.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I shrug and shake my head, then let out a sigh.

He cocks a brow expectantly. “Because…”

I sigh. “Just…because?”

I yelp when he reaches out and pinches a nipple.

“OW!”

“Well?”

“Because I trust you!” I blurt. “Against my better judgment,” I add softly.

His brows knit. “Why that second part?”

“Because… I don’t know if I should,” I finally say.

Achilles’ eyes search mine. “Have I ever given you any reason not to trust me? I’ve followed through on every single thing I’ve ever said to you.”

I shake my head and then sigh. “Just… I don’t know, how does this usually work for you?”

He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, when you’ve done this with other girls?—”