Being around Anna got awkward after that. I tried avoiding her, but couldn't do so forever. After almost two days of avoiding each other I manned up and decided I needed to talk to her.
"Anna?" I called out, knocking on her door.
A few seconds went by before she answered.
"Come in," she called back.
She sat on her bed, wearing dark pants and a white blouse. Our eyes met for a moment before she looked away, hands held together in her lap. Her blonde hair framed her beautiful, uncertain face.
"We need to talk," I said.
"I know..." she answered, sighing. "I guess we have to."
"Look," I started. "It was a misunderstanding. Neither of us can be blamed for what we did, but I still get it if you feel disgusted by me or resent me for what happened."
Anna looked up at me with a sudden movem
