I stare at him because surely I misheard, surely he didn’t just tell me to quit after having his tongue in my mouth thirty seconds ago.
“What?”
“You need to quit.” He’s not looking at me, he’s staring at the wall behind my head like he can’t bear to actually see me. “I’ll give you recommendation letters for anywhere you want to apply, whatever you need—”
Reality slams back into focus and I slide off the desk so fast I almost trip. “No.”
That makes him look at me. “Excuse me?”
“I said no.” I’m trying to fix my skirt with hands that won’t stop shaking but I force myself to meet his eyes. “I’m not quitting.”
“Astrid—”
“You don’t get to do this.” My voice is steadier than I feel. “You don’t get to kiss me like that then fire mr because you can’t handle it.”
“I’m not firing you, I’m ask
