My face burns hot. No, not just hot. It’s scorching. There’s no way I don’t look like a tomato right now. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I say that? Why would I even think he meant me? I mean, I didn’t really think that was what he meant. It was a reflex. That’s all. That. Is. All. “It was a reflex.” He laughs. “Right. Sure.” He winks at me, and I have the urge to hang up on him, but I don’t.
