“What do you mean?”
“You refuse to talk about Emmy?”
“Why would we be talking about Emmy—Emerson.” I corrected not so smoothly.
“You had your tongue down her throat last night, and now you won't talk about her? I remember when you dated Leslie a hundred years ago. You talked about her nonstop for months.”
“I just don't want to talk about her, okay?”
“What happened? Something had to have happened.” He glared at me.
“We just decided that maybe it was best if we slowed things down.”
“Why? That's stupid.”
“I didn't say I liked it, but I agreed with her.”
“So you didn't want to slow things down?” he asked.
“No, not really.”
“So?”
“I'm not going to push her, Ryan. She has a lot on her plate, and I shouldn't have kissed her.”
“Wait. That was the first time you've kissed her?”
“Yeah.” I nodded
“Holy shit!” he said loudly.
“Ryan.”
“I mean holy shit,” he whispered.
“It just happened.”
“You had her pinned up on the counter half naked after one kiss! Dude, I need some secrets.”
I shook my head not really knowing if I should even be talking about this with him. “No secrets, it just kind of happened.”
“I hate I even came over, you guys would be married by now if I hadn't interrupted. I need to go talk to her.”
“You need to NOT go do that.”
“Why? She was my friend before she was your girlfriend.”
“She isn't my girlfriend.”
“Sure, she’s not.”
“She isn't,” I stated.
“So, you make out with her, second base, might I add. And then she gets all cold. What the hell did you do to cause that?”
“I pushed her, and I shouldn't have.”
“You regret it?”