“Okay,” Anna said, shoving a morsel of muffin in her mouth. “And you’re absolutely certain he didn’t say I love fucking you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, he said that later in bed when we were actually fucking, but out on the balcony, he definitely said the other thing.”
“Oh my god.” Anna paused to absorb that information, then demanded, “And… so? What did you say? Details, woman! You can’t drop a bomb like that and then stop.”
“I didn’t say anything.” She yanked the teabags out and tossed them in the bin, then added milk and sugar to her mug. Anna took hers black. “I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open and no sound coming out of it like a fucking idiot.”