“Are you dating?” he asks.

“Why is this relevant?”

“It’s not.”

“Then why ask it?”

“Because I want to know, seeing as you walked out on me.”

Staring at him, what do I say? “Our time was up.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You were asleep.”

“So, you sneaked out of bed so you didn’t have to face me in the morning. Were you worried that I’d want to know your name?”

“It wasn’t part of the agreement,” I say. “None of it was. One night, and in the morning we could go our separate ways. That’s what I did. Why do you keep bringing this up?”

He stares at me for the...