“I guess that makes sense, but you can’t blame me for wondering when you’re hardly the one to talk about shit unless I force it out of you.” I frown. “So then, why didn’t you force this conversation the morning after?” His lips roll in, forming a thin line, and he sighs. “I guess I didn’t want to freak you out if you didn’t remember. Or worse, have you think I was like…taking advantage of you or something. I don’t know.”
