When I finish putting the leftovers away, I move over to the couch. Theresa looks up at me and smiles. Then she pats the couch.
“There’s room for one more,” she says.
Spot whimpers and hops down.
“You don’t have to leave,” she tells him, but I just smile.
“I think Spot knows there’s really only room for two on here.”
“Is that right?”
Especially if we’re cuddling.
And oh, I really, really want to cuddle with this girl.
My inner-bear is going nuts. He’s chomping at the bit, trying to escape. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to shift again because right now, all I want is her.
“That’s right.”
“Suit yourself,” she says to Spot. Then Theresa turns to me.
“So why do you live here all alone?”
“That’s kind of a personal question, don’t you think?”
“A little.”
“You don’t seem to mind.”
She shrugs.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
“What kind of deal?”
“A question for a question.”
“Tit for tat?”
“Pretty much.”
She thinks about it for a second, and then holds out her hand. I reach for it, surprised by just how small and dainty she really is.
“Deal.”
“Okay, so why do you live here alone?” She asks.
“My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I caught them. I guess you could say I ran away from my problems,” I tell her.
“Ouch.”
“Pretty much.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” she shakes her head. “That’s completely unfair.”
“That’s a nice way of putting it.”
“I don’t know how anyone could do that to another person,” she says.