“I don’t even kiss the girls I hook up with. What makes you think I’d stay over?” His expression was serious. “This is. . .” He shook his head again like he couldn’t find a way to describe it. “I know.” I scooted closer to him and ran the back of my hand over his face. He looked at me for a long moment. I opened my mouth to speak and shut it quickly, averting my eyes as I thought about how to broach the topic I needed to discuss with him. “No. Fuck no,” he said, pulling me from my thoughts. “Don’t shut me out. Not now.” “I have to,” I whispered.
