“If you’re trying to irritate me, you’re doing a good job at it.” “You’re the one who barged in here,” I accuse. “Fine. Why did you kiss Atwood? First name Connor, in case you’ve kissed a few Atwoods on your rampage tonight.” I don’t want to answer him. Mostly because I’m not even sure why I did it in the first place. Well, I have an idea, but I’d rather not divulge that. “Because I wanted to.”
