“To prove a point.” He snarls and turns away coldly.
“What point?” I almost cry at him. I’m so overwrought with emotion. So confused. He scrubs his hands through his ruffled hair and blows out; for a moment I think he’s going to jump out of the car again and walk off, but he just sits and sighs, grasping the wheel, pulling himself to sit properly.
“What does it matter?” his voice is deflated, and he avoids looking at me. His aggression evaporating.
So? What? He’s decided, screw it, we’re not talking anymore? How can he assault me with a kiss then just say forget it? What the hell?
I’m angry, I’m really goddamn, seething, angry.
How dare he!
“f**k you!” It’s out of my mouth before I even really contemplate screaming at my boss, and I’m out of the car too. I’m raging. My eyes are st
