I mumble for him to stop, but the sound is swallowed by Toby’s mouth. I guess he takes it as a sign I want to take things a little further because his hand slides beneath my top. I flinch like I’ve been burned by a hot poker and, without thinking, I shove him away. “Stop!” I pant, my head spinning. I don’t want this. “Joey?” He frowns at me. “Are you … Did I … I’m sorry … I thought …” he babbles, looking as confused as I feel. “I’m sorry, Toby. I just—I can’t right now.” I shake my head, feeling like a complete idiot. “Is-is that okay?” “Y-yeah.” He nods, relief written across his face.
