Roxy
"We need to talk. And we're going to."
I waited for him to protest again, but instead, he just stood there with an emotionless expression. I took that as a sign to begin. Taking a deep breath, I softened my demeanor and looked him deeply in the eyes.
"I'm hurt, Ace," I said, my voice almost inaudible. His face immediately flashed with concern as he rushed across the room to check every inch of my body.
"Where?" he asked, his eyes scanning me frantically.
"Here." I pointed to the left side of my chest, where my heart was. His eyes followed my hand to the spot, and at first, he looked relieved that I wasn’t physically hurt. But then, for the first time since last week, his eyes softened.
"Ace, I can’t express to you how sorry I am. I hate that I hurt you, and I hate that you feel
