“Reed.” He came after me, following me as I headed God knows where. “I had my reasons. Trust me.”
“This isn’t the time,” I told him.
“No. You’re right.” We were still whispering—whispering rather loudly. “Though maybe it is. The best numbers I ever put up was when I was frustrated over you, frustrated over having you so close and not being able to touch you.”
I clenched my fists and twisted my neck side to side. “Then you ought to do really well today.”
“Come on. Think about it. After this, we spend some time together…just the two of us…and sort it all out. Maybe…you know…”
“Fuck?” I looked him right in the eye again.
“Maybe. I haven’t, you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure.”
“I’m telling the truth, Reed. In many ways, my first time would still be with you, and that’s how I wanted it.”
“Bullshit.”
“T-r-u-t-h.”