I pushed out of the restaurant and into the fading sunlight. His steps thudded behind me.
"Julia–"
I ignored him stubbornly and kept walking. Not wanting to face him because I knew I had been partly wrong and my anger was slowly fizzling out.
He caught my wrist and I gasped as electricity coursed through my veins down to my curling toes.
"Julia. I'm sorry." He sounded desperate.
I didn't look at him. My cheeks were flushed with my fading anger and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have believed that. I should've asked instead of accused you. I am so sorry." His voice sounded strained.
I swallowed and sowly turned to face him. "I... I'm sorry too. I totally grilled you about Natasha and blew up when you wanted to do the same. It was hypocritical."
He pulled me close and ran his
