My Five Day Boyfriend
Language: en
The night Adam and I made things official, he laid out what he called the "five-and-two rule." We worked at the same tech consultancy downtown, and corporate gossip had teeth, so the unspoken agreement was that we played it cool from nine to five. But Adam took it a step further. Leaning back on the edge of my desk, utterly unapologetic, he declared, "Monday through Friday, I’m yours. Saturday and Sunday belong to me." I let out an incredulous scoff. "We barely make eye contact in the hallways. You call this "being with me"?" He reached over, took a leisurely sip from my paper coffee cup,…