CYRENIA
Myles and I walked in silence side by side. He didn’t say where we were going, and I didn’t ask. I didn’t know how to dive into the conversation about last night that we needed to have. I was still angry at him, but more than anything, I was confused.
The sun was warm against our skin. It was still in the middle of spring, but each day brought us closer to summer. The cool breeze made the weather perfect for a couple strolling through the streets. Only we weren’t a couple. I knew that, but I wasn’t sure if anyone else did.
I looked over at Myles, but he gave nothing away with his face. Usually, I understood him, but at that moment, I didn’t know what to think.
“If you’re looking for an apology, I’m not going to give one,” I said, breaking our silence.
The muscle in Myles’ ja
