"Hi, babe!"
She stormed right through him, exclaiming "Don't you 'hi, babe' me! Where is she?"
"Huh? I told you no one's here, Gina!"
Gina stood there, her eyes tearing up, and she hugged herself.
"Ah, c'mon, Gina." David reached for her, but she tore herself out of his grasp.
"Why can't you open up to me? And whose voice did I hear on the phone?"
"I told you..."
"David, I hoped I could trust you. I hoped that you could trust me. I just don't know right now what to think about our relationship!"
Sobbing, Gina went to the living room and sat on the couch, where, just moments ago, Dave had been readying himself for some private quality time with his toys and clothes. She kicked off her heels, curled up her legs under her and looked in her purse for a tissue.
"Look, let me get you a glass of wine and we'll talk, okay? I was just getting ready to take a shower."
She nodded through her tears, so, he left her.
Pouring the wine, Dave didn't hear her come into the kitchen.
"So, " Dave jumped yet again, once more spilling wine, this time on the kitchen counter.
"You seem a little jumpy, Dave. Feeling guilty about something?"
He looked into her eyes, thinking about how quickly he'd become so very close to this woman in every way, with the only exception being his secret sexuality, and sighed sadly. He got a dish towel and wiped up the spilled wine.
"Gina, you keep scaring me. That's all."
He handed her the glass of wine, kissed her cheek, took her hand and led her into the living room.
"Look, hon," he said quietly. "Let me take that shower. I just walked in the door. We can call out for a pizza or something, and have a nice evening. Okay?"
"Sure," she answered. " But I meant it when I said we have to talk, Dave. I'm worried about things right now. Am I moving too fast with you?"
