I know when my boyfriend is trying to trick me into something. He always begins mid-sentence with some line like, “I mean, never mind. You wouldn’t even be interested.” Naturally, I always look up from my phone with my big brown eyes and push my blonde hair out of my face and say, “Huh? What am I not interested in?”
Usually, it’s something stupid, like going to a new restaurant or watching some zombie horror show he likes.
It was different this time.
“Well, I was talking to some friends the other night and Jacob — you know Jacob?”
“The one with the tattoos?”
“Yeah,” my boyfriend said. “Jacob was telling us how he’s seeing this new chick. And she likes to be watched.”
“Watched?” I asked. I knew what he was talking about, but I wanted him to say it.
“Like, … in bed and stuff. He said she had some friends over a few weeks ago and one thing led to another with Jacob and before you knew it, they were fucking. And their friends watched the whole thing.”
“In silence? Like they were watching a movie?”