ROSALIE's POV
“I’m sorry,” he said, and his words froze me in my tracks. The fierce resolve that had driven my steps a moment before melted away, leaving me anchored to the spot. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol speaking or a rare sliver of his true self, but hearing those words from him felt surreal, like something I’d never imagined, even in my wildest dreams.
I didn’t even know what he was apologizing for. Was it for making me fall in love with him? For the way he’d mastered the art of confusion, keeping me perpetually off balance? Or maybe it was for the fact that the thought of being without him was enough to break me.
While I stood there, lost in my turmoil, he stepped closer, stopping just behind me. His scent filled the air around me, and the nearness of him made my mind race
