Sage’s POV
I wasn’t crying. I was just sitting on the couch in Mark’s living room, one leg over the other, sipping wine in one of his shirts—completely unbothered. Or at least pretending to be.
Truth was that I did cry, I hate seeing Mark angry, but seeing that anger directed at me made me scared more that’s facing Cholo or Vincent. I wasn’t scared that he would hurt me.
No, he would never
I was scared that all we’ve been through would have been for nothing, that he didn’t love me like I did, and he wasn’t ready to face the world at my side. But I knew he did love me, and he was scared which made me steel my resolve
If he thought I was going to fall apart because he stormed off after one mistake, he didn’t know me at all.
He was the one with the issues. He was the one who cared too m
