Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
I want to say something, anything, but my throat’s raw, and my lips just tremble uselessly.
“Aria, stop crying, please.” Lily crouches in front of me, her fingers brushing my tears away gently. Her eyes are wide and filled with concern, making me feel even shittier.
“It’s happened,” I finally choke out, voice hoarse as fuck. “What you were all worried about. It’s fucking happened.”
“Don’t say that,” Mia snaps. “This isn’t on you.”