“You have a death wish or something?” he asked in the coldest voice ever, and I trembled.

“I’m sorry for asking that question,” I apologized, but his face was filled with an anger that could consume a whole city.

“I don’t need your apology. You are still tied to Harry. I think I should just kill you now,” he declared, and I wished the earth would open and swallow me whole.

“Please forgive me. I never desire to be with Harry. Not anymore, not after the betrayal,” I declared. “I am starting to…”

I trailed off, realizing I was about to expose my newfound feelings.

“You are starting to what?”...