NICO'S POV
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Raw emotions flood me as I stare at her sitting on the bed. Her dark locks flow around her face like a curtain, some loose strands curling and standing wildly, "Hi," I breathe out, my voice a mere whisper. Her shoulders pull back as she sits up, her hands gripping the bed as she inhales sharply. Her eyes are wide, those gorgeous silver irises watch me as I inch closer. Emily Coffey is one stunning art piece, and I know what I did was wrong, but it was worth it. She is worth it.
Her lips part, ready to scold me, but I don't let her, "I know," I raise my hands in defeat, "I was wrong, I was so so wrong." I start to apologize. "Wrong?" she snorts, her serious, pissed-off expression faltering and she starts to smile, but not the kind that reaches her eyes. Her eyes are ignite
