SUZAN'S POV
I didn't know how long we had been standing there, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace. But the moment realization hit, I jerked away so fast that I nearly stumbled. My hands flew to my face, wiping away the dampness of my tears, and my breath hitched when I saw the state of his shirt—darkened with wet streaks, wrinkled from my grip.
"Oh my God… Anthony, I—I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—"
He rolled his eyes, brushing off my concern with a lazy wave of his hand. "Relax, Suzan. It's just a shirt."
"But—"
"Stop overreacting," he added with a smirk, and I felt heat crawl up my cheeks.
Annoying. He was so annoyingly unbothered about everything.
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "That's easy for you to say. You're a man. You don't have to worry about t
