"I have a confession." I mumbled.
"What's that?" he sighed
I turn my head towards him, tears beginning to form, "I'm having an affair."
He turned away, jaw clenching, "Who is he?" He asked coldly.
"It's not a 'he'" I squeaked.
His eyes widened, "Who is she?"
I turned away "It's not a 'she'" I wailed.
He said nothing, puzzled.
"I'm having an affair with words!" I sobbed.