“Who said I was going to apologize, Sunshine,” he manages to make me feel stupid as usual.
I admit I wasn’t expecting that comeback.
“Because you. You-,”
“Was very much so going to apologize,” Cyrus tells me and manages to make me feel stupider. If that’s even possible, I knew it from the beginning.
I don’t know how he so quickly made me think otherwise even if it was for a second.
Because it’s Cyrus I think to myself and ever since I met him. He has managed to always make me second guess myself.
I open my mouth to tell him off but my dry throat prevents me from speaking. Cyrus must have noticed my discomfort because he quickly places a glass filled with fresh water to my chapped lips and gently pushes the rim down, so I can take in the liquid with ease.
The water is cool and fresh
