“I’ve handled this entire thing really fucking badly. I have. From the very beginning. I don’t—” He huffs, frustrated. “I don’t have any experience with this shit. I’ve never been nice to a girl a day in my life. I don’t know how to do any of this. But I fucking hate myself for not making it painfully fucking clear to you in your bedroom that day that I wanted you. Not to fuck you. Not to carry on with some stupid, pointless arrangement that made no sense. I should have told you that I wanted you. If I had, you probably would have told me everything.”
