“I’m sorry. I didn’t—we shouldn’t—” “And why is that?” he asks, almost pained. I tilt my head in confusion. “Because you’re dating someone else, and so am I.” His eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Then why did you kiss me?” I cross my arms as my eyes begin to sting with more tears. “I don’t know. Why did you kiss me at Zoe and Liam’s wedding rehearsal dinner?” A hurt expression rolls over his face, and he runs a hand through his hair. He laughs, but it’s not kind. Instead, it feels like he’s angry. Like I should know the answer, somehow.
