I turned my face away from his hold, the high from my orgasm passing too quickly. I cleared my throat, looking away from him and adjusting my panties. It was sticky and so uncomfortable.

“Why do you think it’s a who? I tripped.”

He stared at me for a few seconds before he looked back at my forehead. “You’re lying.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Because you can never look someone in the eye when you’re lying.”

I glanced at him before I looked at the space beside his head. “You don't know me.”

He scoffed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He turned, and I could finally look at him,...