“Oh, God, Lilly. Are you seeing someone else?”
“No, of course not,” I whispered in response, though not convincingly enough for him. If only I could just tell him the truth.
Suspicion got the better of him, and he pushed open the front door and walked in, “So who is he, Lilly? Is it someone I know? Someone from school?”
I repeated over and over again that there was nobody else, but he just didn't believe me. He walked into the living room, and when he saw two plates and two glasses, he knew, for sure, that I certainly wasn't on my own.
“Oliver, please don't do this. Of course, I'm not seeing anybody else. You're the only one,” I sobbed.
“Then why all the secrecy, Lilly? Why have you been avoiding me for the past month or so?”
Again I was speechless, there was nothing I could say.
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