Austin did not want to break up.
"Summer, I know I was wrong to run off in the middle of the proposal. But I really had an emergency."
I curled my lips.
"I know. Were you looking for Daisy?"
A flicker of surprise passed through Austin's eyes; he clearly did not expect me to know.
"Summer, I..."
I cut him off. "Austin, do you remember what you said during our last cold war? You promised you would never see Daisy again. And what happened? One call from her, and you ran off—right in the middle of our proposal. Ask yourself honestly: who means more to you, me or Daisy?"
"You, of course!"
He answered without hesitation.
His beautiful, deep eyes locked onto mine without blinking.
In the past, I would have softened.
Because what I loved most were those eyes—the bright pupils, the long,
