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“What?” she stammers. “Why would you…”
When I don’t respond, staring at her as if I’ve seen a ghost, her face falls. “What happened? What’s the matter?” she asks, sounding desperate as she tries to shove me away again.
“Dean and I…”
“What did you do?” she asks, her voice flat and emotionless.
“He gave me a blow job in my dad’s office.”
Briar stares at me for so long. Her lips part and she searches my face as if she’s waiting for me to explain or tell her it was just a joke or something.
“Say something, Briar,” I plead.
“Get off of me,” she snaps, shoving me again.
This time, I climb away, allowing her to get up. She throws her feet off the bed and stomps away.
“Briar, talk to me,” I call.
“I can’t,” she barks back.
Jumping from the bed, I follow her out of our bedroom and down the stairs. “It just happened, Briar. I think what we did Friday night got to my head.”
She spins on me, pointing a finger in my face. “What happened on Friday was different, Caleb, because we weretogether.Because I was with you. Don’t you dare use that as an excuse now.”
When she tries to spin away again, I grab her arm. “Please, listen to me.”
“I’m too angry to listen,” she argues.
“Then yell at me. Tell me why you’re angry. Just don’t give me the silent treatment.”
“You don’t get to decide how I react to this, Caleb,” she snaps.
I release her arm, and she paces the downstairs floor of our house, fuming and breathing heavily as she lets everything sink in. Then, the moment I was dreading comes.
Briar stops, puts her hands to her face, and starts crying.
“Oh god,” I mutter, going to her. “Please don’t do that.”
My arms engulf her as I pull her to my chest, rubbing her back and wishing I could take it all back. Wishing she never had to feel an ounce of pain.
After a moment, she lets out a frustrated grunt and shoves me away. “I can’t, Caleb. I can’t…let you touch me right now.”
“I never wanted to hurt you, Briar.”
Dropping her hands, she stares at me with tear-soaked eyes. “I don’t know how I feel right now, Caleb. I don’t know if I’m mad that you were intimate with someone else, hurt that you didn’t share this part of yourself with me, or if I’m worried that all of this could lead to me losing you.”
I take an eager step forward, holding her face in my hands. “Nothingcould do that, Briar. Nothing.”
“Then what does this even mean? Do you have feelings for him, or were you just curious?”
It’s like she’s just reached into my chest and pulled out something I was trying to hide. My mouth opens, and I try to say the words, but I can’t.
“I don’t know, Briar,” I whisper. She blinks, and a tear falls over her cheek.
“I don’t know either.”
With that, she pulls away and leaves me standing alone in the living room. When I hear the bedroom door shut upstairs, I drop onto the sofa and place my face in my hands.
