IT TOOK MUCH LONGER for Josh to come.
To begin, I told myself his being the instigator had earned him a detainment by Nathan.
Deep down, I knew he was probably too mad at me to apologise.
Over an hour after Daniel had left me alone, Josh’s familiar footsteps entered the apartment.
I put down my paint roller and turned.
Josh came to a stop at a distance and rested his hands on his hips. Head hung low, muscular shoulders high and tense, he trained his sights on his work boots. “I’m sorry.” His voice came out gruff. Without awaiting a response from me, he spun and strode from the room.
I frowned. “Josh?”
He didn’t stop, not even a pause—just kept moving.
I took a few steps. “Josh?”
He reached the door to the outside hallway, rounded the frame and stormed off, his pace increasing as t
