“No,” I answered without hesitation, meeting his scrutinizing eyes.
His gaze scanned my face before resting on my eyes to spot anything that would give away the sincerity behind my words. I was confident he won’t find anything because it wasn’t a lie, and I was never good at lying anyway.
“Then why didn’t you push him away when he hugged you?” he asked, still unconvinced even though it was clear to him I didn’t lie.
I sighed. “He, um, was begging me and--.”
“So you’ll allow any man to hug or touch you just because they beg you?” he raised his voice, clearly unsatisfied and frustrated with my answer.
“He’s not just any man. He’s--.”
“Your ex,” he completed my sentence with a growl. “The more reason you shouldn’t allow him to touch even the tip of your fingers,” he spat, pointing at hi
