He nods too, eyes sinking closed. “Okay, so it wasn’t just me. That’s good to know.” The words are muttered softly, almost to himself, and another wave of guilt hits me. Just because I wasn’t able to express what’s going on in my head about all the shit escalating between us—let alone talk about it with him—doesn’t mean it was in his head. Or one-sided. That’s the last thing I wanted him to think.
