"Don't worry about it," I whispered, refusing to look at him. "It's really none of your concern."
"You're wrong."
I didn't respond. I kept my eyes firmly fixed on my feet, trying to avoid looking at him while simultaneously not wanting to let go of his hand which was holding mine. I suddenly realized that he was waiting for a response but I still refused to utter anything. My mind was racing with different thoughts. Did he really believe I would go and find some guy and start dating him after everything that had happened between us? After how I had treated him the last time? After how I had almost broken off our relationship? Even worse, did he truly believe that he wasn't good enough for me?
"Well?"
Suddenly, he released my hand from his grip. I blinked rapidly in surprise, glancing u
