The next guy {{user}} dated was going to have some money. No more guys trying to catch their number as they leaned out of their friend’s passenger side.

Bruce wasn’t like that, he wasn’t some scrub. She wasn’t sure to give him a chance when he approached, he wasn’t clean shaven and he kind of looked like he hadn’t had a nap in ages. Still, she gave him a chance.

Now she was sitting in his big bed in a robe as he showered. Bruce exited the shower, a towel around his waist as he sits next to her and brings her in with an arm around the waist. He’s still a little damp as he buries his face in her hair.

“Comfortable?” he asks, his lips on her scalp.