His gaze never left me, I was sure of it. I could feel it everywhere, and it was making me feel things. Things that I can't point out. Things I'm too scared to acknowledge.
"Sorry," I muttered once again, before I started to turn away from him.
But before I could, he grabbed my wrist, his hold firm but gentle. My eyes immediately darted to his, and I was consumed by how mesmerizing his eyes were. He gave me a dead look, "I gave my fair share in whatever happened," He said, just as sparks ignited by his touch, "What are you apologizing for?"
In other situations, I would have pointed out how he talked to me with more words than usual. But I was too tired to be a smartass. I'm just an ass, without the smart when stung by silver. I shrugged my shoulders, "For giving us false hope that they'
