Chapter 7. Rehearsal. Knowing Jerol

“Alright. Your brain is better than I thought.” Jerol says.

“Are you trying to be rude or insulting right now?”

“No. Alright, sorry. Let’s go over it one more time.”

We are sitting in our bedroom, yes, ours, me and Jerol’s. Don’t look at me like that, sha! It was his idea, or should I say, one of the rules. As a married couple, we should sleep in one room, and on the same bed to avoid compromising issues. I didn’t see any point in disagreeing, because he promised never to touch me, or disrespect me in any way. How can he do that, when the first rule of the contract is that no one should fall in love with the other? I guess that puts me on the safer side. Yeah. No love, no romance. No love, no touchy-touchy. Sleeping beside him ain’t such a big deal. I don’t think he is as dangerous as a dog to bite me while asleep.

We have been going over this for the last couple of minutes, and his mood today is no different. Arrogant, or, rude, should be his middle name.