“What's wrong, why are you running away?” I ask, putting a hand on her arm to stop her. Crystal moves her arm away as if my hand had scabies and squints her eyes in anger at me, “God, what did I do to you now? Didn't you like it? Because I think it was amazing.”
“You," she points at me like a crazy woman, "Don't come near me again. Don't ever touch me again. Don't even think of me. Erase me from your mind.”
“What? Why?” I ask, astonished by her words. I'm beginning to doubt whether what just happened was as good as I remember it. Maybe it was for me because it's only my second time and the first one was a complete fiasco.
“Because you took advantage of me. You used me,” she lies, and her eyes get wet. “You manipulated me into saying yes and you had your...”
“No, no, no,” I interrupt, r
