I stood there, stunned as he gently touched my lip. He wasn't sneering. He looked almost sad.
"Shane, are you listening to me? Take your hand off my face," I said in a raspy voice.
He leaned closer. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. But he just stared into my eyes for a second then let go of my face.
"We should get back in there before our dates start to wonder," he said and proceeded to walk away, but I pulled his sleeve.
"Not so fast. You still owe me an apology." I crossed my arms and glared at him.
Shane stared at me intently. Who am I kidding? Shane would never apologize to me. He was never sorry. He enjoyed tormenting me.
"I'm sorry," he said.
What...
"I don't understand," I gaped at him like a dummy. Is he apologizing for real, or did he say that to shut me u
