architect if you 'd rather build a room off of ours instead of using one of the guest rooms . and then one of his palms slides up my arm , missing the wet cotton of my shirt and he cradles the side of my neck , a thumb tracing over my ear . `` i ca n't really talk about it , '' seth apologized . i croaked , although i wasnt sure if i even said it out loud . how had things gotten so messed up ? 'there are two schools of thought on that . ' 