“Did you fuck him?” “No, but—” “Did you kiss him?” “No, Ollie.” His head tilted and his eyes narrowed. “Are you confused?” Never. “No!” “Then it doesn’t fucking matter.” “How could you say that?” “Because you have no idea what it’s like to fall in love with you. I’m not stupid, he’s in love with you, and he’d be a bloody fool not to try something.” He looked off for a moment before his eyes hit mine again. “Let it go, love. Guilt looks horrible on you. It doesn’t match the color of your eyes.”
