Wilson's POV
I blinked rapidly, trying to process what had just happened. The contract was over? Just like that? Why had Georgia snapped like that? I couldn't let it end-not if it was because of me. Arian poked his head out of the dressing room door, mouth slightly agape. "Is everything...okay?"
"Yes. I'm just an i***t, Arian."
"You are not. And you are not worthless either," he replied firmly.
"I didn't mean to listen in and I don't know what has been going on, but please don't think like that. It hurts to hear you say that. I'm sure Georgia feels the same way."
"Maybe this is a good thing. She deserves someone better. I'm so immature."
"Everyone is a little immature, Wilson. Especially when it comes to our feelings."
I smiled wryly. "I can't even deal with being told I'm not good
