Michelle sat there, her posture tense, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. She looked up as I walked out of the bathroom, her eyes widening slightly when she realized I was only wrapped in a towel.
“I—uh, I didn’t mean to—” she stammered, her face turning a deep shade of red. “I can come back later.”
I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. “No, you’re already here. Might as well say whatever you came to say.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes darting everywhere except at me. “I wanted to apologize. Again. For being so... confusing.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Confusing is one word for it. Care to elaborate?”
She stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room. “I’ve been a mess, okay? I don’t know how to handle... this.” She gestured between us, her movements frantic. “You make me
