“Only under the parameters of our current relationship. And we also hadn’t exactly decided one way or another on where we’d live.”
He snorts, almost spilling his coffee in the process. “What are the parameters?” He uses one hand to make air quotes around parameters. “That you’ll just have your power exchange and never ever fall for each other?” There’s an air of sarcasm that coats his guess.
“Something like that.”
“Bullshit. You and Ella, moving in together, and it’s not something more? I don’t buy that for a second, Zander. You’re really going to try to pull one over on me?”
“I’m not pulling anything over on you. That’s all we talked about. We didn’t talk about a romantic relationship. We’re a little too old for boyfriend-girlfriend titles don’t you think?”
As if everything I’ve done with Ella hasn’t felt romantic to the core. Even when I’m punishing her.
“Sure,” Damon says with obvious doubt. “No romantic relationship. Got it.”
I don’t want this conversation with Damon. She isn’t ready. There’s no reason this should even be a conversation.
If I start talking about how I really feel, about how serious this could get, then it’ll be real, and then there will be no turning back.