“Do you feel better now?” he asked, not answering my question. “Now that you’ve gotten it out of your system, will you move on?” I blinked at him, speechless. Then, fury, hot and sharp. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I said, sitting up. “I had fucking moved on! You came here. To my university, to my dorm. You provoked...whatever that was. I had moved on.”
