#Chapter66
/"To prove a point./" He snarls and turns away coldly.
/"What point?/" I almost cry at him. I’m so overwrought with emotion. So confused. He scrubs his hands through his ruffled hair and blows out; for a moment I think he’s going to jump out of the car again and walk off, but he just sits and sighs, grasping the wheel, pulling himself to sit properly.
/"What does it matter?/" his voice is deflated, and he avoids looking at me. His aggression evaporating.
So? What? He’s decided, screw it, we’re not talking anymore? How can he assault me with a kiss then just say forget it? What the hell?
I’m angry, I’m really goddamn, seething, angry.
How dare he!
