Tell the fucking truth.

Sitting on the toilet, trying to push Denny's cum out, Beth began to tear up. I've fucked up. Monumentally. This is not "whoopsie, I fell onto his cock." I took each step knowingly and deliberately, and now i'm a cheating slut! Shame filled her, and she couldn't stop either the tears or the soft crying in her throat.
"Beth? Baby are you okay?" Denny was right outside the door.
"No..." she whined softly. The door opened: she hadn't locked it.
"Jesus, did I hurt you?" He sat on the edge of his bathtub, still naked, with his cock half-soft. "I... tried to be more gentle than I used to be..." Denny had been: when they had dated before, he had been quite wild and rough in the sack, which she had liked.
"No..you didn't hurt me." She didn't want to look at him.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked where you wanted it... it's a dick move. Totally disrespectful. It won't happen again."
"That's not... the problem." She looked at him. This was going to hurt. "I have to tell you something."
"Okay." his face got very blank.
"I'm....I'm not single."
"Oh..." his face dropped. "Fuck."
"Yeah.... 'Fuck' is right."
"I didn't know!" he put his hands up. "Jesus Christ..." He hadn't asked, but I didn't volunteer, either. "Why didn't you say something? Why did you let...all of that happen?" His tone wasn't accusatory; it was bewildered.
"I..... I don't know..." she broke down, and sobbingly told him a little of what had been going on in her life with Brian: meeting, falling in love, moving in, his internship, their lack of satisfying sex, her worries about whether they should be getting married.
"I guess when you showed up at {if Career = 1
}the restaurant {else
}the club {endif
}tonight... I don't know...I realized I missed you, and you've been...away...for a while, and..." she sobbed some more, and he held her hands.
"Beth, I'll be frank. I never stopped loving you while I was away. I was grateful for what you did to get rid of the worst of the evidence, and I understood when you broke off contact. When I saw you tonight...I thought the universe was giving me a second chance to be better this time around." He made her look up at him. "You obviously love...this guy. And it's also obvious that you're having... problems. I don't want to add to them. If you want to walk out of here right now and pretend this never happened, I won't make trouble. 'We'll always have Paris.'"
"We've never..." she stopped to sniffle.
"It's from a movie."
"Ah."
Beth blew her nose and dried her eyes. They left the bathroom, returning to the living room. She sat on the edge of the couch, and as she watched Denny pull on his boxers, she realized that a big part of her wanted nothing more than to take him in the other room and fuck some more. Christ, that's fucked. Denny turned. "So, what do you want? Do you want to go home?"