“No.” She starts to shut the door on me. I stick my hand out and catch it. “Please. I need to apologize.” She looks sad. Her eyes are swollen and red. I hate myself for making her cry. “Outside,” she says before she pushes past me and sits down on her porch steps. I sit next to her. “Um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” “You’re sorry you kissed me?” she asks, looking straight ahead and sounding even angrier. “No, but it wasn’t fair for me to grab you like that. I slept next to you, and I … I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, and you’re a very attractive woman, Skyla. I couldn’t take it any longer.” I turn toward her to see her expression. She blushes and peers up at me. “I don’t regret you kissing me. What I regret is how you keep giving me the impression you’re interested, only to turn right around and push me away.”
