“If we’re going to sleep together, you have to promise me one thing.”

“Not to fall in love with you?”

“Oh no, that’s perfectly fine. Probably inevitable actually.”

I was trying to read her mind, but she wasn’t giving it up easily. 

I guessed again.

“No talking?”

“Actually I like it when you talk.  You can tell me stories while you fuck me.”

I thought about what I knew, and I tried to remember each and every quirk I could. 

She was loud and quiet, and she could party all night or curl up on the couch just as well. 

She sang and she drank, and she rode horses as a child whose names she had tattooed on her leg. 

She was kind and kinky, and she was brutally honest.

“I have to make breakfast in the morning?” I asked, trying to sound hopeful.

“I’ll help you with breakfast, and we can put the coffee on tonight.”

“I give up,” was all I could say.

“You have to promise not to worry,” she said as she reached out and touched my forehead.  “It makes me sad when you worry.”

I leaned in and kissed her for the first time. 

She kissed me back as she rubbed my temples and I tried to smile.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” I said.

“That’s ok too.”