I pushed the eighteen grains of soya-saturated rice on my plate into a passable small "n." "Feel free to speak."
"What's the point? You've obviously figured it all out."
I nodded. "I did have a month to come to my conclusions."
Rohan spread his hands wide, his suit jacket bunching tight around his flexed biceps. "Enlighten me."
"I can't bring you into the light and I don't want to stay in the darkness anymore just because you want company. I can't fix you."
Two white spots appeared on his cheeks, his eyes going hard. "You think I need a crutch? Or saving?" He laughed an exhale. "I can't tell if you think less of me or yourself."
"Trust me." I smiled sweetly. "I don't think less of myself."
"No?" He cocked an eyebrow, tossing his linen napkin on the table, and reaching for the sake. "Not even if you were my second choice?"
Only sheer gritty tenacity kept me from flinching. "Aw, baby," I purred. "You don't think you were mine?"