you still happy with me?”
He hesitated again.
“Happier than I deserve.”
I didn’t ask what that meant.
A week later, we stepped into the hotel room, and for the first time in months, I felt excited instead of afraid. The room looked almost exactly as I remembered it—pine trees outside the window, warm lamps, and a huge king-size bed in the center.
I turned toward Jeffrey expecting him to smile.
Instead, he froze.
His eyes locked on the bed.
“There’s only one bed.”
I laughed nervously.
“That’s generally how
