Even though the real reason why I was angry with him was the reason that he had a threesome with Beatrice's best friend, he wasn't wrong when he said that I couldn't kiss him without having second thoughts, which, as he said, indeed made me riled up.
I tried to gather my thoughts, to come up with a witty retort that would put him in his place. But his words had struck a nerve, hitting upon the insecurities that I had been desperately trying to bury.
His words were a reminder of my own hesitations, a mirror reflecting my own insecurities. It was as if he had seen through the facade I had carefully constructed, exposing the vulnerability that lay beneath. And it infuriated me.
But amidst the anger, there was also a flicker of something else. A spark of defiance that refused to let his wor
