Only my eyes peek over at Andrew.
“And with that statement,
“he never fucks her again.”
I take another sip of my coffee.
He huffs a laughs.
Tries to hold it in. Tries to bite it down.
Then his head tips forward, eyes meeting mine, smirking. “You see this? You turnin' a grown man into a mess.”
Elle cuts in?—
“When I asked if you were having sex with anyone else, you saidno.”
He blinks hard, eyes back on her.
“Elle… you serious? Right now?”
He’s shaking his head.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me with this timing.
“We just talked about this.
“Like five minutes ago.
“You forget already?
“Were we in the same fuckin’ conversation?”
He glances my way, seeing if he lost me.
Nope. Still here. Don’t know the fuck why.
Then he’s back to Elle.
She has her hand outstretched, argument loaded. “The literal meaning ofgirlfriendis the girl you're screwin'." She leans, all hips and hate. “And I'm the only one, or was that bullshit too?”
His fist taps his lips, head shaking.
He’s trying to act cool
while falling the fuck apart inside.
“Please—let’s not do this.
“Not with her standin’ right there.
“Swear to God—don’t.”
“Newsflash, we’ve been exclusive,” she says,
then— “Girlfriend. Exclusive.”
“Non è il momento, cazzo…” he groans,
