Chapter ThreeAfter a stare that seems to last forever, he nods and gestures to his friends that he’ll be a while. We walk off towards the exit, heading for the smoking area outside. It was so hot inside the club that the chilly air feels pleasant against my bare arms. We move past a group of smokers to a quieter part of the street where we’d have some privacy.
It had been hard to keep up appearances the first time around, when I didn’t even know him. Now, after revealing bits of our true selves in every conversation since, it’s impossible. The truth is gnawing at me, if I don’t let it out, it might rip me open from the inside. Despite knowing that pixie-girl inside has already defeated me, he deserves to know, surely.
“I’m not actually married,” I blurt out, eyes fixated on the wall just
