Choices to Be Made

Trying not to let Sam’s words cut into my heart like a dagger plunged in by an enemy mage was not working. I stared at him for several seconds before I finally had to ask, “Why is that?”

He shrugged, and his face took on a sympathetic expression, like he was sorry he’d been so harsh. “I don’t know, Harlow. I guess it’s easier to be mad at you than it is to be mad at me because he knows how I feel.”

“So… you came calling at my window last night, came in looking all irresistible and wanting me, and it’s my fault that we fooled around?”

Sam shrugged. “I didn’t say it made sense. I’m just telling you how he feels.”

I folded my arms. “What did he say exactly?” I realiz