Emily Rose POV.
I entered the bedroom wearing only a fluffy towel. Brion sat on the edge of the bed, lost in his own thoughts. When I took a few steps towards him, he turned his head and our gazes locked. I could not take my eyes off those dark, sad orbs. There were no sparks, no mischievous glints, just sadness and regret. s**t!!
"I am sorry," he said quietly, enough for me to hear him even though I was only a few feet away. I wanted to tell him that none of this was his fault, but I didn't. Given how much of a b*tch I was, I took advantage of his guilt.
"Do you not think it is a little late to be sorry?" I asked sternly as I walked into the walk-in closet to dress myself. My heart pounded in my chest, and my eyes burned with tears. But I could not just let them go.
This is something
