“Why didn’t you just ask me out? I…I had a crush on you. You probably knew that.” He took a few more steps, closing in on her, deliberately crowding her. He smirked. “A crush?” She retreated and bumped against the wall. “Yes. Didn’t you have one on me?” “I’m thirty years old. The last time I had a crush I was in eighth grade. What I had for you was no crush. I wanted to strip you down, tie you to my bed and keep you there. Do dirty things to you. That’s what I wanted. But”