“Huh?”
“This morning. I slept in and you had to come wake me.”
I scrubbed burnt food off the bottom of a frying pan. “Would’ve let you sleep longer if we weren’t so rushed.”
When she didn’t say anything, I wondered if she’d brought up this morning to confront me about my s****l advances. She was too shy to say anything outright. I didn’t want to talk about it either, but the longer the silence stretched on, the more nervous I became about it. I rinsed my hands under the tap and coped by flicking water on the back of her neck.
Billie gasped and flinched away from me. “What did I do?”
I laughed. “What?” Then I felt bad that her reaction was to assume she’d done something wrong. “Nothing. I’m just f*****g around.”
She looked at me with big, hurt eyes, like a kicked puppy.
“Sorry
