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“Saying sorry doesn’t mean anything if you keep doing it,” she glance up from her book to the man sitting at the edge of her bed. He growled, knowing all to well she was right. “The only way she’ll accept your apology is if you mean it this time.”

“I do!” He spat, punching the mattress.

“Do you?” She lifted a brow, recognizing the defeated look plastered across his freckled face.

His nostrils flared with each of his heavy breathed before he sucked in a long inhale to calm himself. He looked back over his shoulder at the young woman curled up like a little bird in her nest of pillows with the awkward sized text blanketing her lap. She was looking at him with her steel grey eyes waiting for his answer.

“I want it to…”