“Uncouth?” I can’t help but smile at that.
“What’s wrong? The word fits.”
“Yes,” I murmur, “but it’s not a word that I expect out of you, but, Gabe, in all seriousness, I can’t. I don’t want to risk doing anything to lose Rob. We can’t. Okay?”
“So if we had met first…”
I blink a few times. “We are not going there,” I say firmly.
I stomp around him toward the door.
“Please don’t hate me for telling me about your father,” he calls.
I slam the door shut.
I don’t hate Gabe.
What I hate is that he wasn’t the only one turned on, and maybe I shouldn’t have blown up over him because he could very well be telling the truth. He didn’t reach forward and grab my boobs. Maybe I overreacted a bit.
But I definitely reacted more than I should’ve to his touch, to his massage, and I can’t believe that I put myself in another compromising position with one of them. I can’t do that again. I can’t keep doing that.
At least Rob didn’t see this time, but honestly, I just feel worse and worse about everything.