HIRAM’S POV:
“Stop what?” she snaps, her eyes locked on mine. “Do you know how happy I was texting you yesterday? I missed you. I wanted to spend the evening with you. Do you even understand how I felt when Rhea told me she saw you with Lola?”
Her words hit me like a punch.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, reaching out to grab her hands, but she pulls back, stepping away.
Her rejection hurts, but not as much as her words.
“Sorry?” The question leaves her mouth in a high-pitched tone.
“That’s all you ever say, Hiram. Sorry. This is supposed to be a relationship! Do you even know how exhausting it is, trying to hold on to my sanity when all I do is second guess you? You tell me there’s nothing between you and other women, and God, I want to believe you! I really do. But how can I? You told me yo
