“You can’t just come in here and kiss me like that.” My voice was embarrassingly breathless. “Especially if you were just kissing someone else.” “I wasn’t.” “You looked awfully cozy.” “That wasn’t my fault. My aunt Louise made me give her a ride home.” “What I saw was not you giving her a ride home.” He moved closer again, planting his hands on the wall on either side of me. “What you saw was me turning her down.”
