I don't turn around.
I cross my arms over my chest as I listen to Reid's silent footsteps edge close until he comes to a stop behind me. It's cold out here and I'm in a sleeveless dinner dress but that's not why I assume the defensive posture.
I'm mildly scared of him. I feel like I need to protect myself from him.
He doesn't say anything. We both stand there staring at the full moon, each lost to their own thoughts.
Eventually, he steps up to me.
I don't like the way I react to him. I swallow hard when his hand accidentally brushes against mine, and I intentionally step away from him.
You'd think six years is long enough to get over a man who literally ruined your life.
"I'm sorry." His voice is low; too low.
I don't look at him. I don't even say a thing.
"I've wanted to sa
