“Are you this worried about all your exes?” “No. Are you jealous?” “Not of him.” It sounds like he’s hedging the truth. “Of what, then?” After a long moment, he answers reluctantly. “He didn’t have to force you. You chose him.” I can tell he didn’t want to admit that, and it makes my heart ache that he did. I say gently, “You didn’t force me.” “I kidnapped you. I took you against your will.”
