It was so bitter, the way he spit those words. He looked down and away from me, at some spot on the wall next to us, his hips stilling against mine at my silence. His eyes went hard. He couldn’t look at me as he waited for a response. I realized he was fully expecting me to grasp what was happening and reject him now that he gave me a moment to breathe. But then I felt my wetness dripping down my inner thigh and the rational thoughts fell away once more.