mattress on wheels

there we were. sitting, well, laying in a bed in IKEA. just the two of us. he looks at me and asks, "is this what it is like?" i proceeded to inquire what he meant. "is this what it would be like waking up to you every morning?" i was shocked, why would he ask me this? because we're friends, i played it off silly. i told him it would be more sensual, and i bit my lip. i don't remember what he said after that, but i needed to get off that bed, and quick. my heart was pounding. it was exactly what i hoped my trip to IKEA would be like, except, it was a lie. he didn't mean it. and i hate him for it.