“What the hell are you saying?” he mumbled in a horrified voice, staring at me with bulging eyes like I had suddenly transformed into a ghost. That was surely something he hadn’t seen coming.
Something in my blue eyes must have told him how serious I was because he jumped off me like I was burning coals. Unheeded of his semi-nude state, he marched away with hands on his face, and they traveled to his disheveled hair in abject shock. In almost comical paranoia, I registered that it had grown so long that it curled around his neck, completely different from the short style he used to prefer.
That rejection hurt more than it should, considering that I was the one walking away.
“Why?” he finally asked with his gloriously naked back pointed towards me, his voice sounding so hollow that I cri
