Tabitha’s POV
“If you actually want to talk about what you saw last night, maybe stop avoiding me like I’m some plague,” he jabs, voice laced with frustration
I keep my eyes on the sink. My hands move slower under the stream of water.
“Why would I want to talk about it?” I ask bitterly. “It’s none of my business who you kiss. You can do whatever you want. Kiss whoever you want. That has nothing to do with me.”
He pushes off the wall. “Is that why you walked away after what you saw?” he taunts.
I grit my teeth and rip a paper towel from the dispenser to dry my hands.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I ruin the mood for you? I’ll make sure next time I see you with your tongue down someone’s throat, I’ll cheer instead of walking away,” I shot back, my voice dripping with acid.
I turn to leave, but
