“Forget where our dicks have been. What about everything else? Everything you told me yesterday? Everything that we shared these last few weeks? Damn it, Waylon.” I point the bottle at him. “You’re the one who started all of this. You’re the one who stopped me from walking away when I tried to let you go.” I pause to take a much-needed breath. “You’re the one who kissed me first. Fuck, you’ve kissed me first every goddamn time.”
