“Then why were you so upset?” “Because I wanted to enjoy it. Toby is a nice guy. He’s cute. He’s into me. He’s emotionally available. I wanted to want him, but he …” His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white. “He what?” “He wasn’t you.” The words burst out of my mouth, and I can’t call them back, no matter how badly I wish I could. It’s too late. His eyes darken as he draws a deep breath through his nose. “We kissed for almost ten minutes, and I felt nothing. When I’m with you, I feel—” My throat tightens, and I swallow before I say too much. “What do you feel with me?”
