The drive back was dead silent. Danté was playing on his phone, and I was staring out the window, my nails digging into the palms of my hands.
"Hey," Danté's voice broke the silence.
I didn't look at him.
"I know I can be an asshole sometimes..." He bit his lip. "Okay, all of the time."
I didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry for making assumptions. I didn't mean to make you remember a painful past." Danté let his head drop, then looked up at me, hoping for me to talk to him.
The thing was: what he was apologizing for was not what had me this upset. I was more upset over how easily he dismissed our kiss as an act when I lost my whole heart like a fool.
I was more mad at myself, though. For letting myself fall for this man.
But I didn't want him to know any of that, so I played along.
"It's okay. I'm sorry for exploding," I said, still not letting my eyes wander to him.