““Meal sharing? Like a date?” “Nope. Sharing a meal in a non-dating capacity?” “Let me get this straight…you’re sharing a meal twice a week, alone with him?” “That’s right. In a non-dating capacity.” “Which means what? You won’t be fucking at the end of the night?” I sipped my drink. “Exactly.” Jules cracked up. “He talked you into this crap?” “What do you mean?” “You’re dating him and don’t even know it. I might love this man.” I wasn’t dating him. Was I? We were just sharing a meal twice a week. Getting to know each other. Not seeing other people. And thinking of each other while we took care of ourselves. OMG. I am dating him!””
