[Ben]
“I am so sorry to bother you,” I muttered as I stared at the kitchen floor.
“No, don’t apologize,” Samara hurried to say, and I shrugged. How could I not apologize? How could I be so selfish? “Talk to me, Ben. What’s going on?” she then asked, and I sighed.
“You’ve got a lot going on,” I said, but Samara’s bare feet came into view. I slowly looked up until my eyes met hers.
“We can talk about me and what I’ve got going on afterward, but right now, I want to know what’s going on with you,” she said firmly before she stepped back.
“Leslie and I…” I paused because I wasn’t sure how to describe what had happened without going into detail.
“What? Kissed?”
“Yeah, we kissed,” I confirmed. “And…we were intimate,” I finished off. That was the best word to describe it.
“Ok…and are yo
