"What did you just say, Naomi?" I ask her, as I put down the items in my hand in a slow motion, I hate this, I hate this, I fucking hate this! All of a sudden my mouth goes dryer that the driest desert ever existed, and I feel ice cubes pressing against the back of my neck and going down my back very slowly. Am I going to pass out? Because sure thing this is how I feel right now, I can't keep up with this stress much longer, it's fucking killing me! We've been trying to control the circle of people who knows about our relationship, and then here we are with another plus on the list. We're not even really close friends, so I don't know if I should trust the fact that she knows the truth and she won't say a thing to anyone on planet earth.