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“Alright, then we’ll fight in the tub. And I like the idea of talking every day. Maybe we plan on talking at night, when we go to bed? Because sometimes, we’ll do dinner with the pack or our friends.”

He agreed, then shuffled again.

My losing streak continued, and he flashed me an apologetic smile. “Our last topic leads right into sleeping arrangements, Si.”

“You want to share a bed, right?” I checked.

He wouldn’t have put it back on the list if he was satisfied with the current arrangements.

“Unless it will still make you uncomfortable, yes.”

“If we’re being honest, I only didn’t want to share a bed because I was afraid I would accidentally have sex with you again before my doctor’s appointment,” I admitted.

He laughed, loudly. “You probably would’ve.”

“It’s likely.” I brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes. “I’m on board with sleeping together.”

His eyes gleamed.

“Sharing a bed,” I edited.

The wickedness in his gaze didn’t fade, but he didn’t push me any harder.

There would be more opportunities for that when we got to the later topics on the list.

He dealt again, and I lost.

Again.

He brought up love languages, which I’d never heard of. After he gave me a rundown of the languages being the biggest ways we show love, our game paused for a few minutes while I took an online test.

Soon enough, I’d learned that my main love language was quality time. His was tied between acts of service and physical touch, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest.

After another round of losing, in which we agreed to do a date night one day every week, I finally won a round.

I scanned the remaining items on the list.

-Friends’ opinions

-Finances

-Work schedule

-Sex

-Last Names

-Date nights

-Blood drinking

-Childcare

-Parenting

Sheesh.

Most of them were difficult.