Bryce's POV
Chris leaves the room shutting the door behind him. I shuffle from foot to foot where I stand. I am unsure where to start.
I look at Erica sitting with her legs crossed under her on Chris's bed. Her hair is a mess and her mascara has run down her face. The black dress that she had worn to dinner is now wrinkled and riding up her delicious thighs.
‘You are here to talk to her,' Blue reminds me, and I have to tear my eyes away from her sexy body.
I force my eyes to look into hers and she is patiently waiting for me to say something.
‘Say something you i***t,' Blue growls within my mind and I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
"For what it's worth, Erica finally breaks the silence. "I am sorry that I smacked your mate. It was a petty thing to do."
