Chapter 18: Bubbly Inside
Ben is livid with me because I spend the night out, not returning home until eight o’clock in the morning. While I shower, readying myself for a day at the center, he stands in the bathroom doorway with a steaming cup of coffee, wearing nothing but a pair of my clean boxers, and inquires, “Where were you last night?”
“I went to The Piedmont Place for a fundraiser.”
“Who were you with?”
I scrub my chest down with a bar of soap and reply, “Jory Sole.” There is no reason to lie. I’m not keeping secrets from him. He has his life, and I have mine. Just because he seduced me once doesn’t mean that we’re lovers or solely connected to each and no one else.
“Did you spend the night at his place?” Ben’s voice shifts to a dogmatic tone, judging me for my mysterious wher
