“No. Fine. You can sleep on the couch. But you’re sleeping on the couch.”
“That’s the plan,” he said. “Uh, could you show me what she’s posting? I already blocked her everywhere, so I can’t see any of it.”
“Fine.” She pulled up a chair next to him and pulled out her phone.
As she flipped through the posts, Patrick’s stomach did somersault after somersault until he wasn’t sure the coffee would stay down. “I can see why you’re pissed. Look, she’s never seen me naked. I told you about the one and only time she kissed me. And this all sounds like a really bad series of excuses, doesn’t it?”
“Oh yeah.”
“You never told me, what can I do to win back your trust?”
She sighed. “I really want to believe you. You don’t smell like you’re lying. What did my dad say? I mean, does he know about us?”
