“What shit? ”
I shrug, I don’t want to say it out loud.
“Shit with Eliza?”
My eyes shoot to his. “What makes you say that?”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“She’s my friend.”
“Friends don’t watch their friends like you watch her.”
I frown. “How do I watch her?”
“I was watching you at breakfast—could almost read your mind. You want her, don’t you?”
I clench my jaw, angered that I didn’t hide it better. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately.” I sigh sadly.
“Why, what’s happened?”
“I don’t know, man.” I rub my forehead in frustration. “I’ve started having these… thoughts… about her.”
“Sexual?”
I nod.
“For how long?”
I exhale heavily. “A while ago things changed between us. But just lately I’ve got a raging boner every time I’m with her. It’s like I’m barely hanging on to control.”
“What did she say about it?”
“She doesn’t know. Fuck!” I widen my eyes. “Are you stupid?”
“What changed between you?”
I frown at him, not understanding the question.
“You said that a while ago that things changed between you, so what changed?”
I blow air into my cheeks. “A couple of months ago, I stopped having sex with other people.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “Didn’t feel right.”
He listens intently.
“But I didn’t realize at the time that it involved Eliza. Elliot thinks that I stopped having sex with people because I felt like I was betraying Eliza.”
“Who’s Elliot?”
“My therapist.”
His eyes widen. “You’re seeing a therapist?”
“I’m telling you, Alex, I’m fucked in the head over this. It’s messing with me, big time.”