25
ZEKE
The memory of the pain in Levi’s eyes mocked my conscience until I got home, and I powered on my cell, knowing I had to make things right. Apologize for what I’d said Thursday night when he’d left me.
I had asked him to not come back as though I hated him, couldn’t stand the sight of him. But it’d been a near silent plea for him to set my emotions, my aching heart, free so I could live the life I’d chosen without wondering of the ‘what ifs’. He must have heard my mutter and misunderstood with how he’d slammed my front door.
And to see his face in the passenger window, those beautiful eyes broken…his soul bleeding…
“Asshole.”
Shaking my head, I paused my thumb over the screen rather than clicking on my contacts to find his number I’d taken from their file at work.
He’d tried
