« I love you, » he continued.
« I don’t want to lose what we have. »
« But I think we’d both be happier if we had… freedom. »
I stared at him.
« You mean you want to sleep with other women. »
« No, » he said quickly.
« I mean we would both be free to see other people. »
The way he emphasized *both* almost made me laugh.
Because I knew exactly what he meant.
He had someone in mind already.