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“No, you’re not, sweetie. Why would you even say that?” Kendall asks.

I remove one of the cucumbers to look at her and tell her, “Because I keep thinking there’s this…spark between me and Teddy that’s more than just faking it. But it’s been three nights of sharing a room with him and he doesn’t touch me when we’re alone.”

“Really?” Kendall asks with her brow furrowed before she removes her own cucumbers to look at me across the bubbling water. “I thought you two were banging like freaky rabbits after the infamous kiss broke the bed.”

“Nope. He obviously doesn’t want me.”

“If he didn’t want you, he wouldn’t have kissed you hard enough to break furniture,” Kendall remarks. “During all that, did he get…excited?”

“He was very excited. But each night we just go to our own beds. Stupid queen room. I lie awake waiting on him to sneak into my bed and pounce on me, but he just falls asleep.”

“Hmm. Have you mentioned that you’re interested in sharing one of the two beds?”

“I’ve been wearing the sexiest pajamas I own, rubbing lotion seductively up and down my legs. I don’t know how else to make that clear other than climbing on top of him in his!”

“Then do that!” Kendall suggests.

“What if I’m wrong and he pushes me off, leaves the room, and never speaks to me again?”

“I think you’re probably both overthinking things,” she says with a smile. “The kissing was good, right? Passionate?”

“It was amazing.”

“Then kiss him before he falls asleep and see where it goes.”

“Okay. I might try that,” I agree as I think it over. “Like I’ll just start it as a goodnight kiss and sort of linger.”

“There you go! You’ll have him inside you before you know it.”

“Kendall!” I exclaim.

“Well, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“No. Well, yes. It’s complicated. I want more than one hot night. I want them all to be with Teddy and he’s not the kind of man who settles down. He doesn’t believe in marriage or commitment. He’s never been in a serious relationship or lived with anyone. I mean, him and the supermodel broke up more times than I can count. It’s like she kept coming back to him, wanting him to want more from her, but he didn’t. So why would he want more than that with me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because he’s in love with you but didn’t love her?”

“If he felt the same way, wouldn’t he have made a move by now?” I ask.

“Maggie, if you’re scared to make a move first, then why don’t you just try talking to him instead of wondering?”

“Because…what if I’m wrong? What if I tell him how I feel and he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to lose him.”

“You’re not going to lose him just by being honest with him.”

“If I knew that for certain then maybe I would confess to wanting more and ask if he feels the same. But there’s a fifty/fifty chance he doesn’t.”

Kendall laughs. “Girl, that man looks at you like you hung the moon.”

“A look isn’t enough. I need to be one hundred percent certain,” I tell her.

“Maggie, honey, nothing in life is a hundred percent certain.”

“What about you and Monty?” I ask her.

“What about us?”

“Are you one hundred percent certain that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him?”