"No." He shook his head, still trying to convince me, but perhaps himself at this point, "That movie! The way you were with that boy."

"You're right." I nodded, "There was chemistry there. It was a soft slow part of the scene, he was young and cute and sweet and I let myself enjoy it. But I enjoyed him, not him thinking of you."

"But," He stopped and I had to force myself not to go to him when a single tear trickled down each side of his face. "It's not right and it's not fair."

"We agree it's not right." I stood my ground acting as if I were...