Plus One
Damn, I have to come up with some rules.
"Yeah, sure." He shrugs, acting as if my fine lines are nothing. "Rule one," he reads aloud as he writes. "Don't fall in love with me."
I snort. "I don't think that will be a problem." Love, what a stupid notion.
"Yeah, that's what they all say," he replies seriously. I give him a double take. All? He really is an asshole.
"No sleeping in the same bed," I point at him. He reluctantly writes it down.