Avery's head lifted slowly, and her eyes found his to see that they were clouded with guilt, disbelief, something dark and unbearable.
"You're supposed to be strong," she said softly, her voice nearly cracking.
Archie blinked. "What?" His brow creased in confusion.
"If you're strong," she continued, "then how did I overpower you and have my way with you, huh?"
His frown deepened, "What are we talking about here?"
Avery gestured weakly between them. "Isn't it obvious?" Her tone turned bitter as she continued, "Something happened between us. And we both know we were never attracted to each other. That means… one of us must've been drunk. One of us took advantage of the other."
She laughed dryly, the sound brittle. "And it clearly wasn't you. You hate me. You wouldn't touch me unless... what am I saying? Even if you were attracted to me, you still wouldn't have touched me without my permission."
