"How could you approach me so intimately? Have you forgotten your true allegiance?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with disbelief. His brow furrowed as if he didn't quite grasp my meaning, but then a sly smile crept across his face. "You want to know how I got close? Do you recall three months ago when you begged me, practically on your knees, for me to be with you?" he replied, his words shocking me into silence. I closed my eyes, trying to process the memory he had唤起. "Did he actually use that word? Or did I misinterpret?" I questioned myself, struggling to reconcile the Aaron I knew with this version. When I reopened my eyes, they were glistening with tears. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? I thought it was you who asked for… intimate relations," he scoffed, his tone mocking. "No," I shouted, my voice quivering. "I never asked for just sex. I asked for love. For a connection." Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks as I spoke the word "love," which only seemed to amuse him further.
