“Are you hungry? I can—” “No, thanks.” She shut the door in his face. He stared at the door for a good minute. What in the world was going on? Had he ... done something wrong? He couldn’t think of anything. There’d been the sex, which was amazing, and afterward, he’d showered right away so he didn’t smear his sweat all over her. That had taken monumental effort since he’d felt like someone had shot him with a hippopotamus tranquilizer. What was it? He wished he understood people.
