“Why didn’t you tell me?” I had expected him to yell. This soft, quiet accusation was worse.
I set the hairbrush that I had been attempting to remove the tangles in my mess of hair with down on the bed beside me, not looking at Amy.
“I didn’t know for sure. Still dont. I’m making an awful lot of assumptions based on things that were said and others I’ve observed.” I knew I was semi-clueless about a lot of things, but Amy had said I was ovulating, and I’d yet to have my cycle, and once I started thinking about my moodiness and a hundred other things my body was yelling at me, it just made sense.
“Like what?” Amy growled, so I listed off a few.
“Plus, if you remember, you were triggered by my ovulation, but then some chemical scent or trace stopped you quite a few hours in. Didn’t you th
