Nine
Peter and I barely said a word to one another as we cleaned up the kitchen. Then we went into the living room. When I sat next to him on the couch, he moved away slightly.
“Ouch,” I said. “Didn’t know you found me so repulsive.”
“What are you doing here?” Peter asked. “How could you put me in such a position? You show up here out of the blue. I haven’t seen you in months.”
“I couldn’t think of where else to go,” I said.
“Anywhere else,” he said.
He sounded pissed.
“You didn’t seem to mind last time I showed up,” I said.
“Oh, yes, how flattering it is when you come over here to get f****d,” he said.
“I prefer to think of it as getting laid,” I said.
“At the time you failed to tell me you were sleeping with one of your scumbags,” he said.
I moved to the other end of the couch
