He looks down at the table, whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I meant no disrespect.”
I reach out and touch his arm. “It’s fine. I get it. I fell in love with him. And I defend that love to this day. There’s no reason for me to be hateful or neglectful of what we had. I hope you understand that.”
He lifts his head. “I do. Sorry again.”
“It’s fine. Just think before you say shitty things.”
“I will. I promise.” He smiles, melting me. It’s the sweetest smile ever: raised eyebrows, upturned thin lips, tiny divots in the center of his cheeks. “Did you take him to the dinner party?”
“No. We had dinner here. Salads and beer.”
“Did you kiss that first night?”
“We didn’t. But we talked half the night away. I went to bed and he fell asleep on the sofa.”
“What happ
