A thick eyebrow lifted. “Not bullshit.” He waved to the chair again. I ignored it again. “I don't usually drink. I’d had a bad day and one too many with a friend. My judgement was clouded and for that, I will apologize. If I was in a sound state of mind, it wouldn't have happened — you were drunk. But so was I. I gave in to you and that shouldn't have happened. But make no mistake, you instigated.”

“Bullshit,” I repeated. “You’re a fucking liar.”

Breathing heavily, hands balled into a fist, it was his lack of reaction that bothered me more than anything. He didn't rise up to...