“I wouldn’t take it back,” he says quickly. “I know that’s wrong and fucked up, and I’m sure you’re grossed out now that you know who I am. But I want you to know that I appreciate what last night was for you, and it meant something to me.” He swallows audibly, searching my face, and then, in a softer tone, he repeats, “I wouldn’t take it back. It’s important to me that you know that, even if you wish you could.”
