Kalani POV Alex doesn’t say anything on the drive, but I can feel his eyes on me every now and then. The silence isn't awkward. It's heavy. Like we're both trying to figure out how we ended up back here after everything that happened between us. A part of me feels comfort in the silence, but another part wishes he would say what he is thinking. “Just say it,” I say softly, still watching the trees blur together outside my window. Anything is better than wondering. “What happened?” he asks gently. My head snaps toward him. “Do you really want to know?” I ask, the words coming out sharper than I intend. I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” I say. “Don’t apologize. Yes, I genuinely want to know because you are hurting, Kalani,” he says, briefly looking at me. Long enough for me to know he means every word. “Vegas had me followed and had someone taking pictures of me the entire night. There was a picture of me and you looking very intimate. When he asked about my night, I lied
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