I looked around us, embarrassed, but no one was paying attention. Why were we talking about this right then? At all?

"More often than not, he probably eats the dinners you cook and falls asleep in a chair before 9 pm. Am I right?"

I didn't answer him. I could feel the heat under the skin of my cheeks and the tingle around my nose as my eyes became damp.

"But that's safe, right?" He gave me another huff of pseudo laughter. "Marrying an older guy you're not even that attracted to because you're scared of me."

I started to shake my head but all that did was make a...