C97 More Than Love
“I’m listening.”
He still held my arm, refusing to let me go. I didn’t struggle anymore, this time, I paid attention and listened.
“I have a lot of things to say to you,” he paused, and I watched his chest rise and fall dramatically as he took a deep breath, “but I’ll start with an apology for earlier. I didn’t mean anything I said to you.”
My heartbeat raced
