Lachlan goes rigid across the table, and my palms begin to sweat. His fingers feel stiff in my hand, and I reluctantly pull away.
Why does this feel like it’s going to make or break our relationship?
He clears his throat, “I’m sorry, what?”
My mouth feels like I’ve swallowed an entire bag of sand. Hell, maybe the whole damn sandbox, but I have to do this. Lachlan was just discussing marriage with me, and I had said I would marry him if he asked, and still, I find that tiny voice in the back of my mind screaming that CK is a real human. A relationship that may have developed behind a screen, but was a relationship, nonetheless.
“I don’t know how to say this,” I whispered, staring directly into his eyes.
“Well, you could start by explaining what the f**k ‘There is someone else’ means
