Tucked beneath Trent's arm the next morning as we stroll across campus, I'm doing all I can to pretend to be the adoring girlfriend although my urge to push him into traffic hasn't abated one bit. You might think that it would after he was a relative gentleman last night.
He did abide by the promise he made to me to give me some space and time to get used to this new arrangement before pushing me too hard. He made me sleep next to him in bed, and he did try to snuggle up to me - but otherwise, he didn't touch me inappropriately or anything of the sort. I was grateful, but it doesn't mean I got any sleep. The level of anxiety I felt never decreased throughout the night as I slept with my taser beneath my pillow. The few scattered hours of sleep I got haven't made for a productive day.
