“Do you think things have been going too smoothly?” I asked her.
“Heh, it’s the honeymoon period, these first three months.”
I just lay there, thinking. I didn’t like the way we had progressed. I felt that we needed to quarrel over something. I don’t know why, but when things go as frictionless as it has, I tend to be a little sceptical. An argument of some sort, no matter how trivial and innocuous, would have been proof that we hadn’t been holding things back, pretending to be someone we were not.
“We’ll just take things one step at a time,” she said.
