“Well,” he started in a serious tone, “I should be asking you.”
She was taken aback, “I don't understand. You just said I didn't come in here myself.”
He clicked his tongue, “I never said that. All I said was that nothing happened between us.”
“Can you just tell me what happened? You're making my migraine worse,” she complained as she sat at the edge of the bed, away from the side that had a coffee stain on it.
“Does your telling the press about our nonexistent relationship count as you accepting my proposal?” he questioned.
A frown etched itself into her face, “You said you'd never bring up the proposal. You're going back on your words,” she complained.
“We did talk about not bringing up the proposal again, which is why I don't understand why you told the press we are
