I said point-blank, “I’m sleeping with Jane.” Clear-cut. Nothing more, but I was on edge. He just laughed and smacked my chest. Told me he had a feeling. Said he’d never tell a soul. And that was that. My relationship with Banks is one of the purest forms of love, and I’m selfishly glad that I have him to confide in again. I’m already thinking about all the shit I want to talk about. Ask him for advice.
