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“Get out,” I said in an even tighter voice. I could feel heat behind my eyeballs, dammit. I would not cry in front of him.
Nevio was in swim trunks, but at least he had the decency to wear a T-shirt over them. If he’d showed up in my room half naked, I would have completely lost it.
“We need to talk, Rory.”
Rory.
Rory.
I didn’t want him to call me Rory anymore. It had always meant something to me. Now, it meant I’d been stupid.
“No, we don’t.”
Nevio regarded me as if he didn’t understand me but wanted to. Dark shadows played under his eyes. I hoped he’d had the hangover of his life.
“I’m not leaving before we’ve talked about this.”
This.
“Do you even remember what happened?” I whispered harshly.
His expression told me he didn’t. Massimo must have told him whatever he’d gathered, and this realization made everything ten times worse.
I turned around and stalked toward my window. I couldn’t even look at him. He looked almost uninvolved. Maybe I should just call Dad and have him throw Nevio out. Things would be over then, but at least I’d be spared this painful conversation.
“I don’t,” he said. “Listen, Rory.”
Again, Rory.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip.
“Massimo thinks we slept together. Things didn’t look good when he found you and me in a room.”
This was the whole essence of our story?
“I want your version.”
I swallowed, and then it burst out of me. Everything that had happened just spewed out of me, even the part where I vomited all over the floor. I wanted him to know, and I didn’t care.
He was silent for a moment, and I was glad I didn’t have to see his face. His hand came down on my shoulder.
I flinched away and stumbled toward my desk. “Don’t touch me!”
Not that he’d done much of that last night. What kind of pitiful first time have I had? Maybe Carlotta had a point when she wanted to wait until marriage.
“Aren’t you overreacting?” he asked. “It sounds like hardly anything happened. Maybe even your hymen is still intact because I doubt I was really in all the way.”
I whirled on him.
Overreacting?
I couldn’t believe he really said that. Could he even imagine how hard it was for me to face him right now?
“Hardly anything happened?” I uttered in a shaky voice. “Do you really think this is about my…my stupid hymen?”
His dark eyes searched mine. He ran a hand through his hair, obviously already tired of this conversation.
“Listen—”
