You have been talking to Seth," I say. "I'm going to have to have a chat with him about privacy." Matt stills. "Sorry. I was just teasing. I won't do it anymore. Seth very offhandedly told me about your breakup. He wasn't ratting you out or anything." "That's good to know." "You're mad at me." "Embarrassed that you have intimate knowledge of my sex life." I finish off my pickle and dust my hands together. "I do have to get back to work," I say. "Fuck, I messed it up," he says, tossing his napkin onto his plate. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He peels off enough cash to cover the bill and a generous tip and leaves it on the table. "Let me pay for half," I protest. "I invited. I pay." His hand lands at the small of my back again. "So if I invite you, I get to pay?" "Nope," he says. "I'm the guy. I pay." Phillip watches us closely as we walk by him toward the door. We walk quietly toward my office building. Matt doesn't reach for my hand, and he doesn't say anything. I turn to him when we get to the steps of my office. "Thank you for lunch," I say. "I'm sorry I ruined it." "You didn't ruin it. I'm just not comfortable talking about it. Not now." "I crossed the line. Forgive me. Please?" He's not touching me, and I can feel the divide between us. "Nothing to forgive." I step onto my tiptoes, and he leans down toward me. I kiss his cheek, and he straightens up and smiles at me. "Thanks," he says. "Thank you. I mean it.
( Tammy Falkner )
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