“It’s all in your imagination.”
He arches an eyebrow at me and holds my gaze for a long moment, as if waiting for my resolve to break. He sighs, pats his thighs, and stands, ready to leave me alone. I don’t know why I give in now, when I’d almost managed to be alone again. Maybe it’s just that—I don’t want to be alone while guilt and remorse gnaw at my thoughts.
“I kissed her.”
“You kissed her?” he repeats, incredulous.
“I guess it was something in the moment.”
“Something in the moment…”
I lift my eyes, tired.
“Do you not know how to do anything besides repeat what I say?”
He shakes his head like he needs to snap out of a trance. He sits again in front of me and clasps his fingers under his chin.
“Even though I’m at a loss for words, I can’t say I’m entirely surprised.” He clears
