“Okay, that’s enough.” He’s lifted both hands in front of him, palms toward me in a way that’s so reminiscent of six years ago it’s hard to look at. “I don’t know what you’ve convinced yourself happened that night, but if you think I didn’t want you then you’re deluded.” My voice has risen and I’m dangerously close to shouting. “Tell me you weren’t scared. Tell me you weren’t scared of me.” “Of course I was fucking scared!” he explodes, palms slapping down onto the counter between us. Yes, I think, lose control. Yell at me. “Coming out, being with a man? That was never going to be an option
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