Sarah’s pov.
Wesley stood in my office, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. His usually confident, swagger-filled stance was nowhere to be found.
Good. About time he felt uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and tried to meet my eyes, but I wasn’t making it easy for him.
I wasn’t about to let him weasel his way back in with his charm and that fake sincerity he pulled out for special occasions.
“Sarah,” he began, voice low and cautious, like he was testing the waters. “I just... I really need to explain.”
I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair, keeping my face as neutral as possible. “Go on then,” I said, my voice flat. “Explain.”
Wesley took a deep breath like he was about to dive into some deep emotional well, but honestly, I wasn’t holding my breath.
“I know I’ve messed u
