"You must hate me," she murmured. "God!
I think I hate me."
"Don't be silly," I said. "Of course I don't hate you... I love you. What happened tonight was..." I hesitated. Shit. What should I say? What would she think of me if I told her the truth? And what WAS the truth anyway? I was still confused myself. I took a deep breath and then said, "It was hot." There. I'd said it.
Her eyebrows shot up and she stared at me in shock. "Hot?" she echoed, her mouth frozen in a perfect O. "Hot? Really?"
Now it was my turn to blush. It was too late to take back the words I'd uttered. My secret was out. I looked at my feet and nodded. "Yeah. I don't know why. Hell, I don't understand any of this," I met her eyes again. "But watching you with him tonight was a huge turn-on."
