“s**t,” I curse as I should have thought before I spoke. “I’m sorry, Ella.”
I quickly swim after her, angry with myself for revealing too much. Of course, this is too much to take in.
She lifts herself onto the platform and snares a towel from the lounge chair. I boost myself up onto the platform seconds later, heart in my throat as I’m worried she’s going to stop talking to me again. She rubs her skin raw as she dries herself, refusing to look at me.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me for saying too much.”
However, when she shakes her head, gnawing on her bottom lip, it appears I’ve misunderstood this entire situation.
“Forgive you?” she cries, her cheeks flushing an angry red. “I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness. I’m such an i***t. I’ve started a war with the Macrillos.
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