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EMILY’S POV.
“That’s fine. Maybe I’ll be able to forgive you if you stop trying to act like we’re still a thing in front of people. The flowers, and the kiss did nothing, but embarrass me.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound flustered.
Because I was definitely flustered. I didn’t expect him of all people to apologize.
“It’s out of habit. Pardon me.” He said, and I turned around to sleep, raising the blanket over my head because I hated the thought of him staring at me.
He chuckled, and I wondered if all the resentment was over between us. Were we no longer enemies? No longer people who hated each other? It felt weird—not being enemies with John.
We couldn’t be friends. I was sure of that, but maybe we could be people who didn’t avoid and try to step on each other.
It was really weird
