“What do you mean, you’re going to pay for this?” “It’s about Mark. You must know—” He stops me. “Let’s go inside.” After we’re safely in and the door is locked, I lead him to the kitchen. “Drink?” “Yes, but tell me what you mean?” “You’re gonna need peas too. Fortunately, I have a few bags in the freezer.” I grab a bag and go to him. Holding it to his cheek, I place my other hand on his chest. “Stay calm. I need you to know what might happen if you’re choosing to be with me.” “I’m here and I plan to stay.” “Kaz, the other day I wanted to see you. It was all I wanted, but he turned up here. He’s made videos of us.” Hoping he understands without me going into great detail, I leave it open-ended. “Videos? Of you having sex?” “Yes.” I turn my back to him, feeling ashamed as if I did something wrong, as if I should be embarrassed. Again. Another moment Mark has tainted. “You knew, or you didn’t know he was filming?” When I turn, I plead, wanting him to know I wouldn’t have made them with him.
