Darlene’s pov
“No. I… I am fine…”
I trailed off when he twirled me around so that I faced him. To prevent me from making eye contact, he held my chin with his gentle hands, gazing deeply into my face.
“Is it something Jenna said?”
I shook my head. “No,” I sniffled as I stepped away from him. “I am fine, I promise. I’m not crying.”
“You can lie, and if you want me to consider what you tell me, I will. But I swear to God that I will hunt down whoever made you cry and make them regret it.”
His words stunned me a little. Was he going to make them regret it? I thought he was a softy. Despite the melancholy in my heart, a half-hearted chuckle escaped my lips.
“That’s cute,” I muttered under my breath, stealing a glance at him. My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced away from him. I kne
