Shared Room
I take a seat at the table and sip my wine.
"We haven't finished talking," Salvatore hisses as he approaches me, Devon and Manson still remain on the dance floor as the next performance begins.
"Listen, Neanderthal, don't get it wrong, I don't have to give you explanations" my voice is low to avoid drawing attention. "If we're talking about asking for explanations, I think I can ask you for some."
He takes a seat in front of me.
"And what am I supposed to explain?"
"Maybe about your lover, the one you screwed on our wedding day."
He clenches his jaw and looks at me intently.
"What? You don't want us to give each other explanations anymore? Neither of us can stand each other, it's clear, but you also don't want us to get along decently, so don't mess with me because I'm
