Sitting up, I grab for a pillow a set it across my lap, suddenly hyperaware and uncomfortable with having this conversation naked. Especially when he's already gotten half dressed.

"And things not changing between us guarantees that you won't ever say something offensive or overstep your place? That's why we fought before." He's not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but there's no denying that he's changed. He's more open-minded and accepting. If having sex with me isn't proof enough of that, I don't know what is.

"You fuck up and you learn from it or you don't... Either way, things won't end up there again, whether or not this continues."