“You left with him,” Jamie said.
“That doesn’t make it a public event.”
“You disappeared for hours,” Alex added.
“That is how privacy works.”
Morgan leaned closer. “Zoey.”
“No.”
“Zoey.”
“No.”
Cris set down her chopsticks. “We need closure.”
“You do not need closure.”
“Yes, we do.”
I rubbed my forehead. I became aware of a woman at the booth behind me who had turned around in her seat. She was watching us with open interest.
I ignored her.
“Fine,” I said.
“What happened?” Jamie demanded.
I took a sip of tea, knowing more silence from me would only make them suspicious.
I had three options.
Deflect.
Detonate the room and end the interrogation immediately.
Or havegirl talkwith a group of women I had told myself I was going to try and slowly open up to.
Fuck my life. Here we go. “It was the best sex of my life.”
Silence.
Then chaos.
“Oh my god.”
“I knew it.”
“I absolutely knew it.”
The woman in the other booth gasped. “I knew it too!”
I turned slowly.
She held up both hands. “Sorry. Continue.”
Morgan stared at her. “Are you… invested in this?”
