I sigh. Now, when I roll my eyes again, I make sure he sees it. “Move on. Get over it. I left you, I dumped you—whatever you want to call it, I was gone. So yes, I happened to find a man I actually enjoy sharing a bed with. Not that it’s any of your business.”
I have no idea where any of this newfound courage is coming from. Old Clara would never speak to Martin this way.
Bfuckto be fair, I think Old Clara died in Oleg’s house.
“The f**k did you just say to me?”
I sigh again and slowly stand. Might as well get it all out in the open. “Here’s the thing, Marty. Aside from being a manipulative, abusive bastard, you’re not all that great in bed. Efuckingside the bedroom, your lips are always weirdly wet and your clammy hands feel just wrong.”
“You little—”
“Actually, no, you’re the litt
