“Where do you think you’re going, Alex?”
“The office.”
“Oh no, you don’t.” I grab his arm, spinning him toward me. My legs almost lose their grip, but I steady myself quickly.
“You don’t get to walk away from me, Alex. You will explain yourself to me. Right here. Right now.”
He plants his hands on his waist and nods like an agama, a bring-it-on smile plastered on his face. “Well, fire away, Judge Judy.”
“Why don’t you want to accept what happened last night?”
“Because I can’t.”
“Because you can’t—why?”
“Because I just can’t.”
I nod, laughing. “Are you shitting me, Alex?”
“I’m not shitting you, Sara. I’m just telling you the truth.”
“The truth? What truth? The truth that you…” I pinch my fingers together. “Just can’t?”
“You don’t understand, Sara,” he says, his gaze darkening. “
