Only What a Gentleman Would Do

“What? That I love you? Sorry, boy, nothing’s going to change that.” I tweaked the tip of his nose playfully.

He mumbled something, and I thought it sounded like “This might.”, but I wasn’t positive.


“Nothing. Come with me.” He grabbed my arm and lead me to a bench under a tree laden with snow. It looked like a winter wonderland spread-out. He sat me down after he brushed off the bench with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Thank you, sir. Such a gentleman.” I teased, smiling at him. But the look on his face stopped me cold. My smile vanished. “What’s wrong, Rob? Tell me.” I pleaded.

He sat down next to me heavily, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. For all I know, it did. What was going on now?

“I don’t know how to say this, Beck, so I’m just going to get it out.”


“Don’t… talk. Just listen.” I nodded sweetly in agreement. “I… Oh God, Becky I’m so sorry!” He put his head in his hands, and I felt so bad for him. “I… I slept with someone else!”

My sympathy vanished.

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