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He appears stoic.
“This is about the other day, isn’t it?” I ask, trying to fill in the unvoiced words. “When we did the mold-casting at my place?”
He stares absently.
“Foster!” I shout. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“Are you fucking him?” he asks, cold and serious.
“What? Who? Cal?”
“The guy at your place with the flowers. Mr. Rocker with the blue hair dye. He’s your type, I assume, and he was there to see you.”
“Yeah, he was, but it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“Are you two sleeping together?”
“God, no!” I exclaim, taken aback. “And fuck no. That piece of shit was my ex. I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.”
“Oh, so you used to fuck him?”
“Yes, I did, but I’m not now. I’m fucking you—or at least I was until about a week ago.” My chest cavity rises and falls.
Foster and I are somehow in the midst of an argument.
“Are you going all jealous boyfriend on me?”
He covers his eyes, growling. “Shit, Evelyn. No.”
No. He said no.
Why does it feel like the real answer is yes?
“Then, what is going on?” I ask, the timbre of my voice considerably lower than it was moments ago. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
He places his palms on the counter. “I don’t know. I just thought you were…with that guy. I thought I was making it easier.”
“Easier? How would not talking to me make it easier?”
He grunts. “This”—Foster gestures between the two of us—“is getting complicated.”
“So, thisisabout the other day, isn’t it?”
“I was pissed, all right?” he concedes. “I didn’t like seeing that guy at your place. I shouldn’t be mad about it, but I am.” He ponders out the kitchen window. “That’s it. Are you happy now?”
“Yes, I am,” I enunciate. “Thank you for finally just saying it. Your verbal constipation was getting really annoying.”
There’s a pause in the air.
He chuckles.
Every muscle in my body relaxes.
“I hope you know,” I continue sincerely, “that I would never do that to you. I would never start seeing anyone without telling you first. I know what it feels like to be cheated on, too.”
His mouth tightens. “You don’t owe me anything like that. We aren’t a couple.”
His statement is nothing but the truth.
