He looked up at Julia - as always, that direct, accusatory look. "Love who?"
"Capri. You're fucking her, but you say you want me. Do you love her?"
"Of course I do. She's my best friend."
"I'm not asking if you love her as a friend."
"Well..." he gestured helplessly. "Define love!"
"I don't know! I'm not - I've never - I'm not talking about friendship. Romantic love, I mean. Shouldn't you be romantically-in-love with people you have sex with?"
"Have you been?"
She paled, glaring at him. "My sex life is none of your fucking business."
"But mine is yours?"
"When you're trying to drag me into it? Yeah."
"And when did this become about sex? I thought we were talking about love."
"They're not linked, for you?"
"Not always. I love Donna, but I'd never have sex with her; she's like a mother to me."
She sat opposite him, backwards on her chair. "Now you're screwing with your definitions."
"Well, I don't really know what you want. You asked me if I love Capri; I do. You challenged that."
"I want to know how you can want to screw around with other people if you love her."
"Because love is not like that, for me. Love does not exclude. I love both Capri and Ryan, in ways that are different, yet overlap. I don't draw love as a neat little heart, I draw it as a Venn diagram. I'm sorry. I can't define love. All I can do is live it, and hope you can feel it through our bond."
Yes, this is a two-word prompt, not one-word. I am stretching the rules because it's irana's prompt, and she fed me.
We're at $2,595.60! Let's see if we can push it to $3,000!
Remember, every dollar facilitates one phone call to RAINN's hotline.
Adam is making more coffee. Vroom! *boogies down*