Neither of us spoke on the way home. I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know how to comfort him without making things worse.
When we got to his apartment we both went directly to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed and I took a deep breath, standing by the door.
"What's wrong?" I ask him as I kick off my shoes and set them by his bedroom door.
"Nothing." I look up at him and he gives me a smile It doesn't reach his eyes and I swallow hard.
I walk over to him and stand in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He wraps his hands around my calves and stares up at me. I lean down and press my lips to his forehead.
"Tell me."
"It's...nothing I can control. That's all it is." I press my forehead to his and feel his hands move up my thighs and over my ass. He
