Callie's POV
I was still standing in the kitchen with Mara accepting my apology.
She smiled at me, not the tight smile she had been wearing the first week I arrived, but something softer. And something almost tired.
“You don’t have to apologise,” she said, her fingers wrapping around her mug. “I think we were both… adjusting.”
Adjusting.
The word settled heavily inside my chest.
“I still should,” I replied, forcing my voice to be steady. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
My throat became dry. Because I wasn’t apologising only for that. I was also apologising for what was already happening. For what was going to happen.
For the way her boyfriend’s hands had been on my thigh the night before. For the way he had kissed me hungrily more than twice. For how I had always craved
