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lay together on the couch.
    “So, about dinner,” he says in staccato, between soft kisses to the back of my neck, “with my family. Can we do tomorrow night?”
    I sit up and out of his arms. “Are you serious?” I cannot believe he is asking me about having dinner with his family, right after just finished eating me out on the couch. Has he lost his mind?
    Mood killer.
    “What now?” Brandon says, clearly irritated. “What’s wrong?
    “I just can’t believe you’re asking me about that, right now, right after that!” I say, gesturing between us.
    Brandon rolls his eyes and props himself up. “I’m sorry. Please, tell me when I was supposed to ask? According to the Charity code of conduct.”
    “You’re being an ass.” I regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth.
    He doesn’t say anything but starts to grab stuff and shove it into a gym bag that was sitting by the front door.
    “Where are you going?” I ask, wrapping a blanket around my waist.
    “I’m going to go back to my parents’ house for the night.”
    “Ugh.” I sigh. “So, you’re just going to leave? What about the whole, ‘I’m not going anywhere’ speech?”
    He stops gathering his belongings and swirls around to face me. “Apparently it doesn’t matter what I say! If I say it’s going to be fine and that we’ll figure it out, you don’t believe me. I feel like everything I say gets thrown back at me and questioned. I have tried to be patient and understanding because this is all new territory for us, and I knew that it might take some adjusting. But you have to trust me! That’s what we agreed on!”
    “I do trust you, Brandon. I trust that you have the best intentions and that you’re trying really hard to make this work, but I don’t think you’re being realistic. You think you can just snap your fingers and everything will rearrange itself to fit your lifestyle. I should reintegrate back into your family, practically overnight, and I should drop everything and move to your fancy house in California. To do what? Become your live-in girlfriend who works her whole life around your career? You have this picture in your head that it would all be so easy and seamless and wonderful. The reality might be a little more complicated than you think.
    “We have almost two months until you have to go back, and you told me I’d have all the time and space I needed to make my decision. But you won’t leave it alone! You have to keep asking and asking!”
    He pauses for a moment, absorbing my words. “I guess I just didn’t think it would take this long for you to decide! I thought it would be easier than this, that there would be an obvious choice,” he finally says, his voice softer, almost sad.
    I stop and take a deep breath, steadying myself, before continuing. “Obviously, I want to be with you. I love you! But when you keep pushing me and questioning me about everything, it makes me feel like you don’t believe me when I say I want to be with you. Like the fact that I am not able to completely overhaul my entire life means that I must not care about you.”
    “I know you love me, and I love you too. That’s why I’m trying so hard to build a life with you. To get back what we had before.”
    “But you have to remember that up until a month ago, we had nothing to do with each other, and we hadn’t seen each other in three years. No matter how deeply we care about each other, we still need time to figure things out.”
    “All right,” he says, setting his bag down. “I won’t bring it up again. I’ll wait for you to tell me when it’s the right time.”
    “Thank you,” I say. I hate arguing with Brandon, but at the same time it is a relief to get everything out in the open.
    The air is still tense—almost crackling—between us. Neither of us seems to know what to say or do. I pick at the bottom of my shirt, pulling off fuzzies, avoiding eye contact.
    It sinks in how ridiculous this whole argument