Sofia
Riding alone with Devon was nice, although I could practically feel him weighing each word, trying to avoid pitfalls or uncomfortable topics.
It made me feel guilty when I remembered my part in leaving him and what I had returned to and my stomach was sick with regret. It would help if he weren't so clearly constantly thinking about the mess between us.
"We're supposed to be moving past everything," I reminded him, keeping my voice meek. "Can't do that if you keep thinking about it."
"You're right," he agreed.
I cast around for something-anything-to talk about. "So, I don't actually know that much about you." Again, that was at least half my fault. I'd told him I would give him a chance, but then all I did was push him away. Why had I done that? It seemed ridiculous in retrospec
