Love, Lust, and the Spaces In Between

"Hey," she said, a slight quiver in her voice. "I need to tell you something."

"Oh yes?" he said, dicing a tomato.

"Listen, uh… I…" she paused. A deep breath, and then: "I slept with Adam."

"Okay. Do we have any oregano?"

She blinked. "I had sex with your best friend."

"I heard you," He smiled.

"You don't care?"

"Not especially, no."

Her sorrow and guilt transformed into confusion and anger. "Don't you _love_ me?"

He laughed a friendly, loving laugh. "Of course I love you! Don't be silly. Hey, maybe during dinner you can tell me what it was like. I hope he's a considerate lover!"

"We can't be a couple anymore!" She was yelling now.

"Why?"

"Because _I slept with your best friend!_"

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then it doesn't matter!"

"I was unfaithful!"

"It's just sex," he said, turning the stove on. "That'd be like breaking up because I play Tennis with Carla on Thursdays."

"But that's different!"

"How?"

"That's not sex!"

"It's not Golf, either. Did you want one omelette or two?"