My nails were digging into my palms now, to the point where my skin was breaking. I really need to cut my nails. “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”
“But you need to explain yourself to my sister," he rejoined.
“You aren’t your sister, though, as far as I’m concerned," I bit back.
“Either you tell her or I will," he dealt. “And I’m not going to fluff up the story to help you, either.”
“You don’t know the whole story,” I clenched my teeth, my eyes narrowed into slits.
“Well, tell me, because it seems that it’s the only thing you can do. I doubt you’re going to tell my sister. You don’t have the nerve to.” He crossed his arms. “What happened? Did you see the drinks and you couldn’t help yourself? Did you decide that you wanted to give up on your responsibilities for a simple shot o
