Avery
“You forgave her? Oh wow,” he muttered, his brows lifted, jaw tightening as his gaze didn't leave mine.
My fingers curled my side as our breath mixed together, the proximity of our faces was only a few inches apart. It was so close that I was scared that I would do something stupid if he didn't wear a shirt to cover up immediately.
“Please, forgive her too,” I pleaded.
His lips curled into a curt smirk, that made his eyes narrowed deeply, “It's no surprise that people treat you like a pushover since you forgive so easily,” he remarked, eyes darkening, the curl of his lips mocking rather than amused.
My jaw tightened as heat crept up my neck as the words struck deeper than expected. The way he said it made me look stupid for forgiving Emma so easily but then I won't a
