I wrinkled my nose at Elio, even though I knew exactly what he meant and I knew he was right. Eddie had gotten much more comfortable with the physical aspects of our relationship and I had never once pushed him or asked for anything that made him uncomfortable. I had let him guide what we did and let him decide when he was ready.

And he was ready in many ways. Readier than I expected sometimes. Not that I was going to say that out loud right now.

"Well, I wasn't planning on calling you the night of," I teased back, because that was both vague and extremely telling. Then I stuck my tongue out and clinked our glasses again before I took a sip.