Alina’s POV
I shouldn’t have come.
I know I keep saying that, but it’s only because it’s never any less true than the last time. Every time I come to see him, I’m endangering his life. If I really cared about him, I wouldn’t keep doing it. Right?
Only… I was staying away, until I got that text from him. Just tell me you’re okay. I can’t really even explain why that text broke my heart so much, but it did. I could tell from its tone that I was hurting him, and I wanted to stop.
It’s not much of an excuse, but it’s what I’ve got.
“It meant a lot to me, too, Alina,” he says softly. “And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about your birthday. But I’d rather have the next two weeks with you than none at all.”
God, he’s good with words. How did a bad boy from the Bronx get so good
