I turn on my heel and stride away toward the fireplace, nathaniel following closely behind.
“You want proof?” I can hear him muttering in low, incredulous tones.
“What, like... you have a strawberry mark on your left buttock?” “I don't” I swivel around in triumph, then stop abruptly as Eric glances across the room at us.
“I don't know how you came up with this amazing use of light!” I wave at Eric, who waves back and continues his conversation.
“I know you don't have a birthmark on your buttock.” nathaniel rolls his eyes.
“You don't have any birthmarks at all. Just a mole on your arm.” I'm briefly silenced. He's right. But so what? “That could be a lucky guess.” I fold my arms.
“I know. But it's not.” He looks at me steadily. “Olivia, I'm not making it up. We're having an affair.
