“Yeah, only.” My voice came out as a snarl. “I bet you fucking hated that. I bet it sucked to curl up with him and write your own porn together.” He backed away a few steps more. “I don’t want to be mean,” he said uncertainly, “but how is this different from what you and Fay did?” It wasn’t, and I knew it. That was the worst part. “I think you should go,” I said.
