Turns out, neither of us was in the mood to continue our impromptu late afternoon window-shopping experience, so after a brief argument, I let Elias drive me home.
Once he parked in front of my building, he turned to face me. “Trent, what do you want out of life?”
I was taken aback by the frank question. “Where’s this coming from?”
“You say you don’t want to be in a relationship with anyone, but I would swear on my life that you wish you had what Ry and Georgie do. You say you’re a slut, but I think you’re hiding behind that label because it’s convenient. Why is it so hard for you to admit to yourself—out loud—that you want companionship, and you’re worthy of it?”
I didn’t want to hear this right now. “You don’t get to ask me those f*****g questions, Elias.”
I started to get out of th
