I blinked back threatening tears. We hadn’t defined what we were, and I hadn’t made any assumptions about what kind of relationship we’d have. I’d never thought we would be more than lovers. But it stung to have that confirmed outright. Quite a lot more than I would ever have expected, for no reason I could figure out. Probably because he was so fucking condescending. Because he was so self-righteous. Because, despite not being what I’d even wanted, it was rejection.
