‘It’s OK to be nervous,’ he said. ‘It’s kind of cute, actually.’ ‘I’m not nervous,’ I said. I was disgusted by the thought of him near me. Wanting things from me. That wasn’t normal, was it? He put his hand on my thigh. And that’s when I flinched, shoving his hand away and sending his drink toppling off the side of the chair, and he swung forwards to grab it and fell out of his seat. Right into the firepit.
