EMILY’S POV.

“That’s fine. Maybe I’ll be able to forgive you if you stop trying to act like we’re still a thing in front of people. The flowers, and the kiss did nothing, but embarrass me.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound flustered.

Because I was definitely flustered. I didn’t expect him of all people to apologize.

“It’s out of habit. Pardon me.” He said, and I turned around to sleep, raising the blanket over my head because I hated the thought of him staring at me.

He chuckled, and I wondered if all the resentment was over between us. Were we no longer enemies? No longer people who hated...