Jake's POV
I was going to regret this.
I knew it before I even reached her door.
Knew it the second I stopped pacing like a goddamn lunatic and forced myself to just do it already.
I wasn’t good at this.
At admitting I was wrong.
At apologizing.
But Brielle,she deserved more than my silence.
I lifted my hand, hesitated for a full five seconds, then knocked.
The door swung open almost instantly.
And just like that,I forgot how to f*****g breathe.
Brielle stood there, blinking up at me, her hair still damp from a shower.
She wore a thin, oversized sweater that hung loose over one shoulder, exposing smooth, golden skin.
Her lips parted slightly, brows furrowing in confusion.
She looked soft. Comfortable.
And for a split second,I wanted nothing more than to sink into that comfo
