Danika’s P.O.V.

He shook his head at me. “Say it, Danika. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to stay,” he said, cupping my cheeks with his hand.

After waiting for a long while without hearing me say anything, he sighed disappointingly.

“If you can’t even say something this simple, then I wonder if you’re not going to push me away if I stayed back,” he said, his palm sliding down from my cheeks as he stood up to leave.

Now his voice sounded hurt. I’d hurt him again with my actions. I could still feel his soft palms slowly sliding down my cheeks. The...