He drags his fingers up and down my arm. “Was that why things didn’t work out with you and Dave?”
“Yeah. That, and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
“What was he doing here anyway?”
I heave a sigh. “I don’t know. I ran into him a while back. You know that day your mom was here for a visit?”
He nods.
I give him a recap of my brief encounter with Dave at the diner. “I planned on tellin’ you, but forgot after relayin’ that business with your mom.”
“It’s okay.”
“You don’t understand. I don’t like keepin’ secrets from people who’re important to me.”
Pippin stills. The pulse in his neck flutters against my temple. Then he resumes his caressing. “Neither do I.” 9
“Do you still feel like watching a movie?” Pippin asks eventually.