/Jane/
However, instead of running away, he knelt down next to me, rested his forehead on my knees, and moaned. "I had no doubt that was the case. "I knew this was about Sam," he murmured, his voice stifled by my legs as he pressed himself against them. He asked her with a mournful expression on his face while keeping his head lowered, "Jane, do you truly think that since you don't know what to say to me, that saying nothing is better?"
I was unable to bear the anguish in his words, and as a result, I entangled one hand in his hair. I retorted, "I'm sorry, but you didn't say anything either," in an effort to get him to take part of the blame for something that was manifestly all mine to begin with.
He heaved a sigh. "I knew you needed some distance, Baby Girl, and I wanted to respect
