Bonnie's POV

I watched with racing heart as Myles backed away, his expression not revealing anything. My head was already coming up with different scenarios, and I hoped to be wrong in most of them.

"Myles?" I called softly, and he drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You haven't said anything."

"I know, I..." He placed both hands on his face and let out another sigh.

"You don't want it?" I asked again, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Fuck, Bonnie, I'm sorry." He moved closer, while I still stared at him in curiosity, trying to figure out what he had in mind.

"You are sorry for what?...