Gage
She looked down, some of the fire relinquishing from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the word so soft it seemed to burn the nervousness right out of me.
It was obvious someone had hurt her—someone had stepped all over her heart, someone who’d pulled the trust and wonder straight out of her. And as much as I hated that for her, it still wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to throw me in a box, to shove me away before I’d even had a chance.
“I’m a good guy, Bree,” I said, and immediately cringed on the inside. God. The moment the words left my lips, I wanted to punch myself in the throat. “That was the worst thing I could’ve said, wasn’t it?” I groaned, dragging my hands down my face like a damn i***t.
When I looked back at her, there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes, a small li
