I knew I should have explained why I was pushing him away afterward, and maybe I would have, if I could have understood it properly myself. I knew I’d freak out at any mess, but all I had to do was tell him how obsessive I was about that stuff, and I was pretty sure he’d understand. He hadn’t given me that chance though, and now I was wondering if it just wasn’t as good for him as it’d been for me. He’d been unsure after, hadn’t he?
