21

Camila

What’s wrong with me?

I should’ve been loathing him for what he did to me, but instead, I’m here in his apartment, in his bed, wearing his clothes, and lying under his blanket.

He silently crawls into his bed with only in his boxers shorts then slips under his blanket beside me. My heart is somersaulting in my chest. I can’t help but awe every time his arm muscles flex. Pyke is incredibly sexy.

“I’m so sorry for what we did to you, Babe,” he starts talking, facing me. He tucks his blanket under his taut arms.

“Your apology won’t change anything that had been done, so stop apologizing. I’m still hurt, you know, and the last thing I want right now is to see you or to be here with you, but look at us, at me.” I sigh heavily.

“You’re beautiful,” he says softly, looking directly into my eyes.

You’re beautiful, too.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“But that’s what I mean. I’m not asking your f