“What is it, Joshua?”
“You know that—” he stopped himself and shook his head. “I’ve always wondered what it is you see in me. And now that I know that I’m not your type physically, it’s making me wonder if you’re going to start looking somewhere else.”
I shook my head in disbelief. My heart was pounding, and my mouth went dry. I had to swallow a few times. “What have I ever done, or not done, to make you think I wasn’t as committed to this as you are?”
We’d had the talk the morning after the Youth Gala. It was then we both realized we wanted exclusivity. When Joshua had told me the thought of another man’s hands on me made him sick to his stomach, I could do nothing but grin and pounce on him again. I felt the same way. I didn’t want him to be with anyone else. From that moment forward, our relationship had progressed toward permanence. At least, that had been my understanding about things. I couldn’t believe he thought I was considering leaving.