“If you could tell how I felt, why did you kiss me?” “I thought I could get you to forget about her for the night. Start from there. Decent men are scarce. I thought, ‘If she won’t claim him then I will.’ Can you blame me?” “No one could make me forget about Lark in a million years.” The words came out somewhat insensitively, but completely honestly, before I’d even wrapped my brain around the realization. I was in so. Much. Fecking. Trouble.
