His eyes stayed locked on the road, and he didn’t squeeze back.
“I went for a run.”
“Oh yeah? How was it?”
“It was cool.”
“Just cool?”
“Yep.”
I squeezed my eyes shut,my chest tightening as irritation bubbled up.
I couldn’t take it.
The energy I’d grown used to between us was gone, replaced with this cold, tense silence, andit was pissing me off.
“Ocean, why are you acting like this? If this is about last night?—”
“It’s definitely about last night.”
“Okay, well giving me the cold shoulder isn’t making anything better.”
“No,” he said flatly. “But you know what would?”
“What?”
“If you tell me who the fuck violated you.”
“I can’t.”
His jaw tightened. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because I don’t know who it was,” I snapped back. “And like I told you last night, I’ve put that behind me. I don’t even know why I said it.”
“You said it because you still feel some type of way about it,” he shot back. “You said it because you knew I’d handle it.”
“No,” I blurted. “That’s not why I said it at all. I just…”
My voice softened.
“I guess I felt safe enough to tell you.”
I watched his shoulders tense,a vein jumping along his neck.
Every inch of him looked ready to explode out of his skin.
“Ocean,” I whispered, sliding my hand over his shoulder. “I’m telling you the truth when I say I don’t know who it was. That night was a blur. I was young and dumb. One minute I was downstairs dancing at a party, and the next…” My throat tightened. “I was in a room with a man on top of me. I couldn’t make out his face. Between my blurred vision and the room being so dark...I just couldn’t.”
His hands clenched around the steering wheel. “Whose party was it?”
I swallowed hard, debating how much more I should say.
“Skye!”
“I...I don’t know,” I stuttered. “It was years ago. Just let it go.”
“Hell no!” he snapped. “I don’t give a fuck if it was when you were in middle school. If a nigga hurt you and I find out about it, it’s a wrap.”
