Chapter Six
Cheek stinging, Ty watched Maybelle disappear into the crowd, regret burning his tongue. Better a slap than a kiss. A slap he could handle. He’d been in fights before, even been slapped before. He brought a hand to his face, covering the mark.
I don’t care what you did, but whatever it was, you deserved it.
Truer words had never been spoken. Lord knew, he’d been an asshole before. The only difference was this time, he’d been an asshole on purpose. He had no business mixing it up with the likes of a young thing like Maybelle. The heavens would rain fire on him for kissing someone as pure and sweet as she was. Still, hearing the word jail fall from her mouth, when he’d expected her to beg for a kiss was like getting stomped on by a bull. He’d heal from it, sure, but it hurt li
