Love Sick
the truth was, he didn't. He didn't mess anything up. If anything, maybe I'd been the one who was messing this up; always pulling away before we could go any farther. And Bryce had been always understanding – like super understanding, because he loved me. So, maybe it was time I stopped messing this up; time I stopped holding back; time I focused on what I had now. "...I should have stopped then, sorry," he finished, with what was probably his thousandth 'sorry' in the past minute. But just as he lifted his weight off me, I held his hand, leaving him to stare surprised back at me. "What if I don't want you to stop?" "Stephanie," came his stunned reply, but it soon got drowned when I cr
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