"Do you want something to be going on with me and Sarah?"
My mouth falls open in outrage.
"How can you say that to me?" I choke out as fresh tears spill down my face.
"Like, what the hell is actually wrong with you? Who are you right now?"
"It just feels as though you're looking for something to happen to justify you being angry with me just because you're bored or something," Lincoln replies.
"Because I’mbored," I repeat, my voice full of outrage, anger, and disbelief. "I cannot believe you right now. I am trying my fucking hardest to be sane and to be level-headed with you and not get overly emotional, but you feel as though you're trying to pull me in that direction."
"I'm not trying to fight with you. I'm just telling you what I see."
I press my fingers to my temples, my jaw tight, then slap my thighs in frustration.
"You come home super late, super early in the morning, I should say." My voice grows louder, my hand making a circular gesture, pointing out the endless cycle. "And I'm not supposed to say anything about that, right? I'm not supposed tofeelmy feelings. I'm not supposed to be worried or concerned or ask any questions or be suspicious as to why you're staying later and later and later with no explanation, no text to let me know that you're okay."
"I never said that."
"But your actions and the things that you say are telling me that. So should I go out in the middle of the morning and not tell you where I'm going?"
"No, baby. That's not what I'm saying," he murmurs quietly, like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. It only makes the anger flare hotter.
"You tell Saraheverything, don't you?"
"No, babe. Idon't."
"Stop talking to me like that and actuallysay something."
"What do you want me to say?" he asks, his voice tired but rising a bit.
"Is something going on between you and Sarah?"
"No.Nothingis going on between me and Sarah."
"Then why are you telling her our personal matters and our financial issues?"
"We work together all the time. Of course we're gonna get to know each other. She's my friend."
"I thought she was yourcoworker."
"Yes. Sheismy coworker, but we're on friendly terms with each other. We have to be. We have to have good chemistry for us to work our job."
"And it feels like you have better chemistry with her than you do with me."
"Well, maybe that's something that you need to work on."
"Woooooow. I cannotbelieve you're spinning this around on me."
"I'm not trying to spinanythingaround on you. Notice I'm trying to be calm."
"It's easy, Lincoln, for you to be calm when you're the one twisting the knife in my heart. You're not the one feeling it. I'm distressed, and I'm upset. And you told me in the past that we always assure each other. And I can guarantee that if I did to you, or I was doing to you, what you're doing to me, you would be losing your shit with how jealous you are."
"Do you wanna have a guy friend or a guy coworker? Go ahead. I don't know what else to tell you, baby. I trust you, and I'm hoping that you trust me."
"I wouldn't have a reason to mistrust you if you weren't doing things that caused me to not trust you."
"Like what, not telling you when I'm coming home? Idocome home every night, don't I?"
