“I’m only doing this if we talk after.” “What if I don’t want to?” “Sadie.” He tries again, grasping my hair in his hand and holding me still while angling his mouth to my ear. “I don’t do this… party bathroom hookups? That’s not…” The rejection stings, and I jerk out of his hold, ignoring the slight pain of my scalp as I wrench my head from his grasp. “But locker rooms are perfectly fine? As long as it’s to soothe your shit, not mine, yeah?” It doesn’t register what I’ve said, what I’ve revealed, until I’m reaching for the doorknob, desperate to escape.
