He glanced around, ensuring no one would overhear, before whispering, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Then what was supposed to happen?” I pressed, my voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

“Just… a scare,” he confessed, eyes darting away from mine, shame coloring his features. “You’re always so… in control. I thought if you felt vulnerable, you’d… lean on me more.”