Tessa's POV
"Jace, I said, what the heck are you doing?" I asked again, this time walking carefully toward him, peering closer just to be absolutely sure it wasn't what I thought it was.
"I was actually trying to adjust her drip, it's um…it's a bit…not fitted right," he stuttered, something I couldn't quite make sense of at the moment given how awkward the whole thing sounded. But oh well, it couldn't possibly be what I was thinking.
"I'm really sorry for raising my voice. I was just—kind of stressed. That's all," I admitted, shaking my head to reassure myself that I was fine, even though right now my heart felt broken beyond repair.
"I stepped in and everyone else was already gone, so I just figured I'd stick around," he said, sliding his hand into his pocket, his eyes darting between
