Zeke couldn't be sure if he'd put Caitlin off or not. Really, it was a bit of a clumsy act. This, being...lovers. He couldn't even tell if he were trying to hard. He felt as if he fell into something, and it turned out to be a sticky. So to speak.
Suddenly, he thought of his father and that freaked him out. He remembered how his father was with his mother. Mr. Nice guy and then suddenly he wasn't. All that anger. Zeke didn't ever want to be that. They had just left his dad alone, after awhile.
God, what if Caitlin wanted to be left alone?
"Look, maybe, maybe this is all too soon." He squinted as they found a coffee shop to go to later that morning after the impromptu morning shower. "Am I pressuring you?"
"I can do this." She gave him a smile. "I can. Really." She put more cream in her coffee then bit into her cream cheesed bagel.
"OK." He was thinking about their room then. Not his. Nor hers. Their room. They'd have to have a bed.
"And a couch." She informed him then.
The excitement was building. But...
"Did you tell your Mom about us?" Caitlin glared at him then.
"Not yet." He shrugged. "What about you? Did you say anything to your Dad?"
"Are you kidding me? My dad was pissed, already. I'm not telling him, anything." She told him.
"God, this is going to cost money." A cold chill came to Zeke then.
"We'll get used stuff. Yard sales. Maybe even things people leave on the street." Caitlin shrugged.
"Really?" He wasn't sure if getting stuff off the street was a good idea. "We'll just look around."
"I'll call Megan. They need to come with us." Caitlin got out her cell then. Zeke noticed a slight head ache growing. Just what he needed to get the day going.