“Liz,” Henry says when he opens his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Britney asks while wiping her mouth.
Liz doesn’t answer Britney's question. It may not seem like it, but I was embarrassed by the scene she had just witnessed. I approach her and help her pick up her things from the floor.
“Liz?” I say, but she ignores me.
“I’m sorry!” I whisper so that Britney, who was watching everything from afar, doesn't hear.
“For what?” she replies.
“For what you witnessed.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she whispers back.
“Yes, I do.” I place my hand on hers. Just feeling her soft skin stirs something in me.
“We have nothing. You only owe explanations to your new girlfriend.” She pulls her hand away forcefully.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” She really wasn't; she was just a fling, a d
