Don’t get me wrong, this guest room has got a masculine hint to it, but it’s more feminine than what I would think suits Forrest. Which confuses me a little, because the rest of the apartment that I have seen so far screams forty-four-year-old bachelor, with a color scheme of navy, grays, and browns in different combinations. Stainless-steel appliances, and of course, a television that is so big it’s like he is compensating for something. Except I know he’s not, after that time I had my hand on his cock.

My five suitcases staring at me aren’t going to put themselves away, and if I want to get into the shower any time before midnight, I need to get up and move.

The murmur of voices at the front door has gone quiet, and my heart thumps a little harder with anxiety knowing that I’m now alone here with Forrest, and I just don’t even know what to say to him.

If I close the door, hopefully he will leave me alone for the rest of the night.

Except that is so rude to ignore the man who has given up his home for me, even if I’m not sure why. But I must believe there is goodness behind it.

Before I get motivated enough to get up off the bed, Forrest is standing at the door. He leans on the doorjamb again, and how did I not notice before that he has gray sweatpants on.

Really, could he have given me at least one night to get myself together before he starts torturing me? Every woman knows that is like female Viagra, standing in front of me with pants that show me exactly what he is packing and doesn’t leave anything to the imagination.

“I know it’s been a day, but do you want me to give you a quick tour of the place so you know where everything is? And then I’ll stay out of your hair for the rest of the night, because you have made it perfectly clear you don’t want to talk to me, and I’m okay with that.” It’s the sweetest I have ever heard him speak to me, and it puts me off.

“Look, can we have this discussion tomorrow when my head is in a better place? I know I should be apologizing, but I just don’t even have the words right now. So can you just give me a quick rundown before I fall into bed and crash?” My mother would be appalled at how rude I’m being, but she has no idea what is going on, and that’s the way I want to keep it. Plus, if she saw Forrest on a normal day, she would agree with me that he is the most arrogant man she has ever met… well, maybe, but I’m not debating that in my head tonight.