“Seriously. You’re not going to tell me?” He waits a beat before answering. “I tell you what. I’ll reveal one thing that happened that night every time I see you if you give me a chance and don’t act like a total bitch.” “I am not a bitch.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I didn’t say you are one. I said you can’t act like one. There’s a difference.” “Semantics.” “Specifics.”
