“I closed my eyes in mortification as I braced myself to face her. My lowered gaze fixed first on the chair I was pulling out, and I sat down before forcing myself to look at her. “Um...” I began and trailed off without a clue of what to say to her.
“Yeah,” she agreed like I had said something. “Wow, okay. So that’s happening. I can see why.”
I flushed. “No, it’s not. He’s not really my boyfriend.”
“So, it’s just s*x,” she stated matter-of-factly.
I emitted an embarrassing squeak as my face overheated. “No! We’re not...no! That would never happen. Why would you think that?”
“Probably because you were looking at him like that,” she replied.
“I was not!” I protested.
“It’s okay,” she assured me. “He was looking at you like that too.”
I hastily grabbed a spoonful of ic
