Kendra POV
I gasped when I reached the kitchen. My eyes widened in shock at what I had just witnessed. At my noisy entrance, Brandon and Macy pulled back from each other in surprise, more so when they saw it was me who entered the premises.
“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly. “I–”
“Kendra.” After recovering from the surprise, Brandon reached out his hand to me. “Come. I want you to–” The corners of his lips went up, telling me he was about to smile. However, I couldn’t bear it.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I have to go.” The image of Brandon making out with Macy popped into my mind. It dawned on me what had happened during the night, the time when I was alone in my room, most likely drunk from all the alcohol I consumed the night before. “I’m sorry,” I said one last time before going for the
