‘Fights are part of the package Rose. Sometimes I’m an asshole and sometimes you’re unbearable. I’m still pissed at you and I’m guessing the feeling is mutual but that doesn’t mean I just walk away; you can‘t get rid of me that easily, whether we like each other right now or not. You don’t give up at the first hurdle!’ His voice was still harsh, but the sarcasm gone, the slight tone of warmth in there somewhere.
Rose bit on her lip to stop the sudden surge of tears flowing from complete relief, closing the box again and pulling it into her lap possessively, she felt another tear escape, this time it was shame. He was keeping his distance, watching her with that unreadable coldness. ‘You didn’t call.’ She brushed the moisture away. ‘Didn’t text.’ Another fell just as quickly. ‘I figured yo
