I keep him back—
his chest, the shirt, everything.
And then the words fall out—
“I fucked someone else.”
And the second they do,
I can’t inhale.
Andrew freezes,
tilting his head,
running through the words again
and again.
“What’re you—”
His brows pull in. “What?”
I look him in the eyes.
Because I did it. It’s done.
I can’t go back and change anything.
I’m not proud. It’s just…
a fact I can’t take back.
“I fucked another guy.
“After you.”
His mouth parts.
A jagged exhale punches out.
“After me?
“Allison—I—”
The other half of his breath leaves him.
“We just—
“Who—Ben?”
His eyes squint.
“You talkin’ about Ben?”
I back myself into the wall
and shake my head.