Jason pauses a moment. “I really like you. And I think you really like me, too.”
I can’t answer. I do like him, but he has to understand. “That’s really beside the point right now.”
“How?” His eyebrows pull together.
I look back at our hands, fingers laced on the table, and try to be firm, to reason with us both.
“You showed up here two weeks ago, and hit me with your car. And now you just expect me to drop everything I was doing and pick up with you.”
“But you want to,” he says softly.
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