#Chapter50

I sound as desperate as I feel, and he seems to hear it clearly. Reminding him of what he said the night he fell in here drunk. I know he hasn’t forgotten, but he hasn’t acted like he meant it.

Dane sighs heavily, drops his face into his hands again with a slouch back down, rubs his eyes first, and then messes with his hair before sitting up slightly but not getting off his perched elbows. I can sense his need to get up and leave, but something is holding him rooted to the spot, and he taps one foot in agitation.

“Fine….. let’s get things clear then…..Starting with...