Jack just grinned at her and jammed more pizza into his mouth. He
waited for her to continue. She appreciated his humor, since it was easier to
talk, even if she pretended like she couldn’t stand it.
“We didn’t jump each other. I mean…it just happened, okay?”
“Okay…”
“And it was nice, and we even talked about being scared about it and
being burned before and I thought that we could…that it would mean
something, but then she just…kind of had this internal meltdown or
something and that was that. I told her that everything could go on as
before, basically. I promised I would never tell anyone or do anything about
it, and then I just left.”
“You left.”
“What was I supposed to do? Stand there and beg?”
“You could have tried to talk it out. I can see why you would have been
confused and hurt and panicked, but walking out on her like that probably
only confused her too. If she’s already a mess in her head, then it seems like
she took a pretty big chance.”
“So you’re saying it’s my fault?”
“I?
??m not saying the word fault at all. That would imply you did
something wrong.”
“Didn’t I? She’s my boss. It felt wrong after. It felt like I’d done
something very off limits and that I should definitely have known better. I
feel like this was just another bad decision in a really long string of shit life
choices that I promised myself I wasn’t going to make anymore.”
Jack leaned forward, lifted the flap of the pizza box, and piled a few
more slices onto his plate. He downed his beer before he even touched the
second helping, then let out a loud belch.
“Seriously? How does Amy put up with you?” Romi grumbled.
“Sometimes I have no idea. That’s the thing about love. It doesn’t start