And my heart lurched.
My hands moved towards him, grabbing his face, “He doesn’t matter—”
He moved away instantly. “My middle name. What is it?”
What was he talking about? Why was he doing this here? “You don’t have a middle name—”
“Joseph. I don’t f*****g use it but that’s my middle name.” He shrugged. “What’s my favourite meal? My favorite color? My favourite f*****g song? Hell, do you know the name of the cat I had while you were gone?”
My brain felt like it was going to explode from all of this. “I didn’t— I don’t—”
“I was talking to Samantha. And I realized I couldn’t do it. I didn’t know how to… talk to someone else. With you, it’s easy. But that’s because I’ve f*****g known you for your entire life. But she asked me questions to get to know me. To know who I am. And I couldn’
