Harper's POV:
I didn't know where I was running to... I just knew I had to escape, had to get as far away from Hardin as possible before he could say the words that would make this real.
"I kissed her, okay?" My own voice played out what he would have said in my head. "I'm sorry Harper, I didn't mean..."
I blocked the voice before it could finish because they all said the same thing, all these men who hurt me, “they always tried to apologize after like sorry could fix what they'd broken.” I was talking to myself now, my voice coming out loud and broken in the empty street, and I bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to taste copper.
I wouldn't cry.
I'd cried enough over men who didn't deserve my tears, who saw my softness and used it against me.
But a tear slipped out anyway and roll
