Oh.
Shit.
His erection.
“Nothing happened,” I start.
"Was the massage your idea or his?"
“His,” I say automatically and then hesitate. “At least I’m pretty sure it was. Yes, yes, it was. He touched my shoulder and realized how tense I was.”
Rob grimaces.
“I’ve been under a lot of stress. My father… Look. Let me be straight with you. My mom—”
“I thought we were more,” Rob says softly. “I thought we were exclusive, that I wouldn’t have to deal with this bullshit. I’ll admit that I’ve never been dumped. Most girls know my reputation and don’t try to push for more than I’m willing to give, but with you, I was willing to give it a try.”
Was willing.
Past tense.
I flinch. “Rob, give me another chance.”
He rubs a hand over his face and grabs his chin. “I don’t know,” he mumbles.
I swallow hard. “What do you want to do? Do you want us to try and walk through this, or do you want me to go?”
“Walk through this?”
“I didn’t say that. I said work through this.”
He shakes his head and chuckles, but the sound is sad. “I think we should walk through this later.”
“Are you making fun of me?” I demand.
“Just teasing, but we should continue this conversation another time.”
“When I haven’t had anything to drink.”
“I’ve had some alcohol too.”
“Yeah, but you can handle your shit better than I can.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“I would’ve thought alcohol would turn you into the life of the party. Loud, outgoing, talking a mile a minute, but you’re so quiet.”
“Maybe because I normally am like you said.”
“So why wouldn’t you want to be like that around me?” I ask.
“Maybe I want to try to make sure that things are… right.”
“Right? What do you mean?”
“The right words that accurately reflect what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking.”
I slowly nod, but I doubt he sees it because he’s looking away from me, and my heart sinks. He’s going to break up with me, and it’s because I fucked everything up. He just wants a night to sleep on it and figure out how to say it.