“I didn’t… Oh my God, I didn’t.” I take a deep breath, trying not to hyperventilate. “I am so sorry…” My vision is already spotty.
“I’m messing with you.”
“I really had no idea that you are ma…”
“Lily. I was joking. I’m not married. No kids.” A wave of relief crashes into me. Followed by just as much anger.
With flaring nostrils, I approach him, nearly breathing into his chest.
“Dr. Davies, this really isn’t something one should ever joke about! It’s not funny.”
“You really need to start calling me Adam. It’s only normal since we've been dating for a while, isn't it?”
Still glaring at him and wondering about his questionable sense of humour, I pinch the bridge of my nose. Adam mentions this being a win-win situation. I thought it would be a lose-lose, but clearly not, not for
