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“Only almost?”

I keep my glare on her for another second before sighing. “Yes, almost… just don’t do it ever again and I suppose I can accept your apology.”

“Done,” she answers with a nod. “Now, can we go back to why you won’t just tell him?”

Lillian raises her hand. “Back up. We’re going to start with what happened after the texts Eden sent because I feel like I’m missing a whole chunk of information here.”

Sighing, I launch into the whole story, telling them about Wyatt coming over to my apartment and demanding answers before we both got caught up in our feelings and we ended up sleeping together. Eden slams her hand on the table, her eyes shining with interest as she stares at me.

“You slept together?” A slow grin spreads across her face. “This is even better than I imagined. How was it?”

I scoff. “Not the point, Edie.”

“Oh, I disagree,” Lillian adds, smiling. “I think it’s exactly the point.”

They both look at me expectantly and I roll my eyes as I take a big sip of my drink before leaning back in my chair. My thoughts drift back to last night and the way Wyatt pressed me up against the counter and demanded every ounce of pleasure from my body. I drop my gaze to the table, my cheeks heating as I shrug.

“I mean… it was all right.”

“All right, my ass,” Eden says with a laugh, smacking her hand on the table again. “That look on your face tells me everything I need to know.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lillian agrees and I glance up at them as she starts fanning her face.

“Stop it,” I growl, the back of my neck feeling like it is on fire. The waitress stops by our table, saving me from further embarrassment and I chug half my drink as Eden and Lillian order their dinner. When she gets to me, I order the lasagna and another sangria before finishing off my first. She takes the glass from me and as soon as she is gone, Eden whips her head in my direction again.

“Okay, so you guys had super hot sex in… wait, where did it happen?”

I cover my face with my hand. “In the kitchen.”

“Oooh, kitchen sex, even better. What happened afterward?”

“We just stared at each other and then he stormed out of my house without a word,” I answer, meeting her gaze with a glare. It may be a good story for her but it hurt like hell for me and I’m not nearly as giddy about it as she is. Her lips part.

“Oh…”

“Yeah. It was a ton of fun.”

She sighs. “Please tell me he called you today, at least.”

“Nope,” I answer, shaking my head. “He showed up as I was leaving for my first session today and demanded that I tell him the truth since he knows I didn’t cheat on him.”

“And what did you say?” Lillian asks and I shrug.

“I don’t know. I was mostly trying to not give into him but I think I said something about the past not being pretty and he should stop poking around.”

Eden nods, leaning forward like she can’t get enough. “Then he said?”

Sighing, I replay the rest of the conversation for her, word for word, and by the end, she is practically bouncing in her seat and clapping her hands.

“Oh, this is excellent.”

I roll my eyes. “Can you please stop acting like a cartoon villain as you plan out my love life?”

“No, I can’t. Honestly, I was hoping you guys would talk and maybe, just maybe, you would work things out but this is even better than I imagined.”

“Hold on,” Lillian says, ever the voice of reason. “Let’s go back to why you can’t just tell him what happened when you left him.”

I sigh, shaking my head as I fiddle with my silverware. “Because it’s dark and ugly…”