“I love you,” he whispered between kisses.
I didn’t buy the words or believe the kisses. So I laughed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“How often do you say that to girls you kiss?”
He stood and started for the door.” Does it matter as long as I’m telling the truth?”
Note: This 50-worder is in response to NaBloPoMo’s August 8th prompt – “Do you always tell the truth?”