Her words confirmed his fears, she hadn't really wanted him, at least not for the right reasons. Tainted memory was the winner in his internal struggle from this morning.
"Its okay," Zafron told her. "I mean, its not like I minded I guess."
Aphrodite blushed and looked away.
"I'm sorry," Zafron said quickly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or sound like a jerk. Just saying there's worse things you could have done." He tried to smile but was sure it wasn't convincing.
"Not going to lie, this is a fucked up conversation," Aphrodite muttered. "But I have myself to blame for it."
"No, not all you," Zafron tapped his chest. "It's on me too, I should have stopped you."
"Could you?" Aphrodite raised her eyebrows. "Honey, I know you're mature in many ways. But you're still a young man and the way I was dressed, and came onto you, no boy your age is turning down what I offered."
