Continued from chapter 30.
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Theo's POV :-
It was a manipulation technique. I knew it was. I had used it many times. So damn it, why was it working?
“Stop,” I said, standing as he walked a few feet toward the door. “I’m sorry. Please.” I gestured toward the chair and breathed a sigh of relief when he flashed that sad smile and sat back down.
Maybe he really was trying to make amends. He did care for me. He had since I was a small child. I hadn’t even met him before my mother died, so it isn’t as if he had much obligation to me. He chose to take me in when I could have been passed between foster homes. I owed him, and I was being a di*k.
“I didn’t intend for this to happen.”
He looked up in between bites of his sandwich and raised an eyebrow. I grabbed mine and took a bite too. It
