“What’s wrong with you?” I finally choke out. “If you didn’t want to kiss me, you could have just refused.” “You think I had a chance to? You grabbed me—” “You stood up too,” I cut in, my voice trembling with fury. “You kissed me back—” “It was a natural reflex,” he says. “Not that I expect you to know, but—” “Who’s to say I wouldn’t know?” That shuts him up.
