Act as if you love me, she said. Emrys' stomach dropped and he felt he would have to explain in the end, however mortified it made him to discuss such things with her — however the associated admissions might lower her estimation of him. The truth couldn't be worse than her imagination if he kept refusing to elaborate, he realized. But then she continued, and the phrase some mistress got his hackles up.
"I don't have a mistress." The irritation was clear in his voice. It was less the suggestion of infidelity and more the dismissive of the phrasing — she might as well have said some whore. In any case, he hadn't been sleeping with anyone since their marriage — except Arthur, whom it did not even occur to him to put in the same umbrella as the word mistress. "Do you want a list of everyone I slept with before I married you so you can find them at parties? Would that make you feel better?"
"I don't have a mistress." The irritation was clear in his voice. It was less the suggestion of infidelity and more the dismissive of the phrasing — she might as well have said some whore. In any case, he hadn't been sleeping with anyone since their marriage — except Arthur, whom it did not even occur to him to put in the same umbrella as the word mistress. "Do you want a list of everyone I slept with before I married you so you can find them at parties? Would that make you feel better?"
Lou made this! <3