“I scared you?” Autumn’s tears have started to spill over. “I wasn’t ready.” She drags the heel of her hand across her cheek like a small child. “And I didn’t know what to think.” She wasn’t ready? I scared her. This is too much to take in. I sit down at the foot of the bed. I’m facing my window, her window, and I can’t bear that, so I look down at my hands. She wasn’t ready? And I scared her. I’d clenched her arm. I’d tried to be romantic, but I’d missed her cues.
IM CRYIN
