“He told me he loved me,” I admitted and felt guilty.
Denise’s eyes grew wide, “Whoops,” she cracked. “What did you say?”
“The truth,” I replied. “I owed him that much. I never led him on. I don’t know when his feelings changed.”
“Umm maybe during all that sex!” she retorted.
I smiled. I loved Denise’s direct honesty. She always told it like it was. “Yeah, that got a little out of hand,” I said. “I think I need to let the relationship chill down.”
“Good idea,” said Denise as she jumped up and headed for the door, “OK, I have to get ready. Ciao!”