"Do you want to talk about what happened?"
He sighed, the sound of it tickling my ear. "We probably should." He pulled away and gave me a sad look.
"Don't look at me like that." I laughed.
"I'm not mad. I just think that we need to have a talk about whatever the hell happened here. I mean, Matt, you went from not wanting to rush things cause you wanted this to be something real, to pushing me out the door because you think I want to shove you out of the closet? I don't get it. Well, I get that your dad was pissed, but that was because that picture made it look like you were out with just Kyle, and he probably thinks you made him look bad. You and me? We're separate from that."
He sighed, but still stood in the middle of the room without a single article of clothing on. How do you get
