Damian
Dumbfounded, I gape at Bryan, his words sinking into my brain, but still, I replay them over a third time, trying to make sense of them. A scowl appears on his forehead when I say, “I don’t believe you.”
He’d just told me what I believe now to be true, but I denied outright that he had not been able to go to college because of me. That he had stayed back to write his A’s- lower and upper six- at our secondary school because he could not afford to pay for college when I took his money.
Heat is crawling to my face from a little embarrassment on my part as he pours coffee from the coffee maker. Then he does something that catches me off guard. Kissing me directly on my lips- no not that- he then empties a cupful of ice from the in-door icemaker and walks back to the counter, eyeing
