I got home to find Tim waiting by the door. Like, literally right in front of it.
“So, did you think your little joke was funny?” he boomed.
“What joke?” I knew I was being coy, but it just felt like the right thing to do.
“What joke?” Tim mimicked. “You know very well what joke. Who was that and why did he answer your phone?”
I let my keys fall out of my hands into the bowl, annoyed at all the questions.
“What does it matter who I was with and what I was doing with him? We aren’t together, and you told me to move on.” My lunch with Kellan was too perfect a moment, and I certainly didn’t want Tim to spoil it.
“Well, you know he can’t come around here, right? At least not to fuck.”
I was about halfway to my room when Tim made that statement. I really tried not to get sucked into his
