He wanted my honest emotions? He wanted me to be real with him and not fine? Then he needed to know I was angry. That I was mad as a fucking wasp. That I was a whole nest of wasps, in fact, and they buzzed with restless intensity under my skin. What was I supposed to do with this feeling? Of wanting him, getting a single taste of him, and then learning there were no more tastes coming? And how was I supposed to act normal and pretend it hadn’t happened?
