Those words hurt. They hurt like hell and at the same time reminded her of who was standing before her.
It was Klaus, the guy who broke her heart over and over again with every make-out session with other girls. She had learned the art of not letting it get to her... but this?
This hurt like hell, making it hard for her to breathe.
Klaus didn't realize how much his words had affected Morticia, not until a tear rolled down her cheek. The scowl on his face softened.
"Bunnie... I..." He took a step forward, but she stepped back, staring at him in disbelief. His voice was soft. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that... you just always seem to get everything wrong."
"Yeah, I did," she croaked. She sniffed, suppressing the urge to cry in front of him.
"Hey..." Concern etched onto his face
