Reed, who had been there every night since that first one, slept on while she showered and pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. And no wonder. They’d made love—no, Halli, fucked, don’t let it get personal—against every wall and on every surface in her tiny apartment, trying out different toys. Reed was like a kid in a candy store, wanting to use this thing and that since the first night he’d opened her case. Finally they’d passed out from sheer exhaustion. Grateful it was Sunday and her shop was closed for the day, Halli hit the button for her coffee and impatiently waited for the dark nectar to appear. Her brain whirled all the while, confusion gripping her in its painful claws as her stomach churned with nerves. What the hell was going on between them? Sure, they both swore up and down that they weren’t in a relationship, but this thing they had sure felt like one. Reed called her if he was going to be late. She’d text him about dinner. They both took turns cleaning the kitchen.
