. . .
It was pathetic.
Out of everyone I could have cried in front of, it had to be Knox Calloway.
Now that the storm inside me had settled, embarrassment slowly took its place. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eye without remembering how I'd stood on the side of the road, clinging to his jacket while crying like my world had ended. It almost had, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Knox had seen me at my absolute worst, and I hated that. I had spent years making sure nobody ever saw me crack, and somehow this i***t had managed to witness the biggest breakdown of my life within two weeks of knowing me.
Neither of us spoke much after that.
He simply started his bike again, and instead of taking me home, he pulled over in front of a small coffee shop tucked betw
