“I need to ask if we’re doing the right thing,” he told her.
“What?” She looked genuinely confused. “About what?”
what“Me. You. Us,” he answered, flailing in his search for the right answer. “I need to know – I need to know what this… what it means to you.”
thisShe furrowed her brow. “Have you had a knock on the head or something? Where has all this come from?”
headthis“Victoria, I’m serious. I had dinner with Clarissa tonight.”
He saw a flicker of surprise appear on her face; one which he thought, for the briefest of moments, might have been layered with something resembling protectiveness. “Okay,” she said, not quite sure how to respond. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Wha—? No, that’s not what I meant! We had dinner because we’d— she’d been— is there something you want
