"You were enjoying the attention, weren't you?" Ophelia asked. She did not want to make it a big deal, but she could not help herself; she had to know if he was enjoying the attention that came with talking to a girl who was throwing herself at him.
"What?"
"I mean, it must have been so long since a girl wanted you," she continued, coming down from the stools and turning her back to him so she could fiddle with the tangerines in the bowl in front of her.
"What the hell are you saying?" he asked, walking to her. She heard his steps get louder as they approached her, and she turned to him with a smile on her face.
"I mean, just think about it: since you got married to me and people think we are happily married, you have barely had women throw themselves at you, and I have not had men
