“What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to calm myself. Nico was stretched on the bed beside me, still dressed in his work clothes. What time was it even?
“I kind of live here, Gianna,” he said with a shrug.
“That’s not what I mean,” I hissed, glaring at him. How dare he come and sneak into my bed after last night? Did he think I was going to forget everything just like that? Nico sighed, running his fingers through his hair, and thankfully, he kept his hands to himself and actually looked ashamed. Well, as per his capacity.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he mumbled. “I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t solve every problem, Nico,” I scoffed. “Especially when you over-utilize that word.”
“Gianna, you need to understand…I…” he was at a complete loss for words. “I am messed up and
