Riley pov
The rain pounded against the window as Brett carried me into his room, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
As we got to his room the air was thick with tension and unspoken words, but for the first time, there was no anger or resentment between us. Just raw, desperate need as he gently placed me on his bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Riley," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry. For everything."
I reached up, cupping his cheek. "I know," I said softly. "And I'm sorry too."
He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing briefly. When he opened them again, there was a vulnerability there that I'd never seen before. "You deserve better than this," he said, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "Better than me."
I smiled sadly. "Maybe. But you're what I want."
