"Well?" he repeated, obviously growing impatient by the second.

"Look, I don't know why I stole it either," I admitted softly. "It was a spur of the moment decision. I guess I was trying to get some sort of satisfaction from seeing you look so sad that night," I laughed bitterly, my hand reaching up to wipe the tear stains from under my eye. I noticed that his lips were pressed tightly together, and I instantly regretted saying whatever I had said. Had I really just come across as that cruel? Had I caused him to doubt himself too much?

"Oh," he murmured, his mouth turning downwards slightly. I blinked,...