“And then you have Miranda here, sticking around with a guy who openly admitted to cheating. Where the hell are your standards?”
“He didn’t have sex with her! He just kissed her… and danced with her, but that’s it!” I defended, rather pathetically. Hearing myself was shameful.
And I hated how Will danced with another woman. Dancing with him had become our thing. It was meaningful and sensual to both of us. Now, I felt worse.
“Yeah, so much better.” Tate rolled his eyes. “So you’d be okay if I went around kissing girls, Viv?”
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I didn’t think so. See, sweets, kissing is cheating. It doesn’t have to be full-on sex.”
“Ugh, can we eat? I’m starving, and I’m tired of you guys harassing me. Except you, Viv.”
She smiled, lifting her bottle of hard cider to me as incheers.
“Yup, it’s coming off the grill. Anyone want to bet when lover boy will make our girl cry again?” He chuckled. “I’m predicting by the end of the month. Any takers?”
“Now you’re just being an ass,” I grumbled.
“I hope I’m wrong, sweets, I truly do.”
“No matter what you say or think, I know Will loves me. I’d bet my life on it.”