“And by not mentioning it to anyone else, you mean…”
I laugh. “You can tell Elliott. Just make sure she knows not to make it weird.”
“What about now? You and Nate, I mean—what was last night about?”
“Last night was… I’m not sure exactly what it was.” I tap on my temple. “It’s hard, you know.”
“I know what that’s like, having an image stuck in your mind on repeat. It’s like going to the movies and there’s only one show playing, and you really don’t want to fucking watch it.” He drags a piece of lint off the comforter that hasn’t been used in months and tosses it to the floor. “But what are you going to do? How are you going to fix this?”
“It…it might be too late. We click, sexually and emotionally, but I don’t know if I can go back to that. It scares me.”
Carsen lands a hand on my shoulder. “Trust me, I’ve heardallabout how sexually compatible you two are.” He winks. “But I think you’re right: you can’t go back. You have to move forward. You just need to decide if you’re doing it together or apart.”