Wayne nearly stumbled backwards, but because there was nowhere to go, ended backed up against the bathroom wall. His mind was completely blown. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, then opened it again. What do you say to someone who tells you that you did something - the same “something” that terrified you from the beginning, that was the reason you ran from the first kiss?
“I...” Wayne’s knees dissolved and he slid to the floor. Holy fuck. I’ve turned into a monster. I’m...am I a rapist? He felt like he’d been roundhouse-kicked in the sternum. “...I...” he tried again, but couldn’t find the words. “...I didn’t know.”
All I wanted from this conversation was to be able to tell people why I was so happy all the damn time.