“God, is that what you think? Is that what you think happened? You forced me?” A sharp gust of air and I can almost hear him cracking his knuckles like he does when he’s agitated. “Layla, I knew it was pot. I knew what I was doing. I wanted it to happen, okay?” “You-You wanted to have sex with me?” “Yes.” “Wh-Why?” “Because…Because I wanted to know what it would feel like.”
