CHAPTER 24
MIAAfter handing me a glass of wine, he brought the bottle and the pizza to the coffee table.
“Sit,” he said.
I walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it.
He sat next to me and grabbed a slice. “We need to talk.”
The words I had been dreading this entire night.
“About what?” I asked, trying not to burn my tongue on the cheese.
He raised a brow at me and cleared his throat. I expected him to say something along the lines of You know exactly what we need to talk about, but instead, he asked, “Are you okay?”
I raised my brows at him, surprised at the question, and stuffed the slice in my mouth, not caring how hot it was. I took some time to chew and to calm myself down. “I’m fine. Tonight was just—”
“I’m not talking about tonight.” He paused for a moment. “I never
