"Huh, me either," she mumbled with her face scrunched up in that adorable way. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Ah, six years isn't a huge difference," she said. "Why do you insist on treating me like a child?"
And just like that, I was right back to being irritated.
"Why do you insist on acting like one?"
"Because you're an a.sshole."
"That's because I don't trust you!"
"That doesn't give you the right to be a total jerkwad!" she yelled as she got up from the bed.
She wobbled, and I reached out to steady her on instinct. She swatted my hands away though, making me frown at her.
"I get that you don't trust me," she continued in an angry tone. "If you'd shown up at the community for some reason, I wouldn't trust you either! But that doesn't mean I would have been rude to you.
