"I'm never going with you anywhere ever again," was what Michael said to me as soon as we left for home.
I couldn't stop laughing at him.
He had both his arms crossed over his chest like a chaste maiden after a scandalous night out, faint red lipstick stains all over his clothes and skin, and a look of burning betrayal directed entirely at me.
"Oh, come on. I'm pretty sure I heard you purring by the end there. You were starting to enjoy it!" I said, smiling accusingly.
Michael was aghast. "I was not!"
"What's the harm anyway?" I asked. "Lily and you are broken up anyway. And as someone somewhat experienced in these things, let me tell you the quickest way to get over a breakup — getting laid."
Instead of getting flustered as I had expected, he recovered his cool and gave me a sidelong glance. "Hmm, so why did you come with me? Surely not because you were worried for my mental health."
"Hey, maybe I was!" I insisted, sensing this talk wasn't going where I had thought it would.
