We fell quiet again. The silence stretched between us until Elon looked up again.
"Is the thing with Naya just a one night stand?" Elon finally asked.
I scoffed. "Why are you being so nosy?"
"Just asking," he said with a frozen smile. "Is she some fling or what? Because a lot of shit's happening, and if she's not important—"
"I want her to recover first. That's what's important right now before anything else. It's not like I planned to be intimate with her."
Elon was quiet for a beat. Then: "Well, I'm asking because the girl seems like a hoe."
I paused, going completely still. "That's a heavy accusation, Elon. Why would you say that?"
Elon shrugged, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, then closing it again.
"Forget it," he shrugged.
"Spill," I said impatiently.
He scratched the back of his head, like he was debating whether or not to say it.
"Well, I don't know but..." He hesitated. "Earlier, in her room, we kissed."
