@kingdonmicrofic day thirteen: smoke | 295/295 | rating: g
“Are you sleeping with Mel?”
“Jesus, Cassie. What a way to start a conversation.”
He checks the time on his phone, sees they have five minutes until their NA meeting starts.
“Why do you think I'm sleeping with Mel?”
“You have been all over her since that ring left your finger.”
“I have not,” he mutters.
"Every time I see the two of you together – which is pretty much all the time – you have your hand on the small of her back, or are leaning into her side, or tugging on her braid. You’re always in her personal space, which is weird as shit, because Mel flinches away from everyone else. But when you do it, she just stares at you like you hung the moon.”
“She's my friend, Cassie.”
“Okay. Like…a friend with benefits, or?”
He rubs a hand over his face.
“Do you really think this is an appropriate conversation to have at NA?”
“I'm just saying, where there's smoke, there's usually fire. And there's a lot of smoke with you and Mel.”
“Whatever,” he mumbles, and motions to the front of the room. “The meeting's starting.”
“That's not a denial,” Cassie observes.
“Cassie,” he hisses, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “The meeting.”
Finally, Cassie holds up her hands in surrender. He starts to move his fingers across the phone screen.
Mel replies almost immediately.
People were bound to figure it out eventually. Are you still coming over after your meeting?
There's no place I'd rather be.
“Yeah, you're definitely sleeping together.”
He turns to find Cassie glancing at his phone. He rolls his eyes, but can't wipe the smile off his face.
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