CHAPTER 21
THAT EVENING WHEN Blake walked me to my room, there was an invisible barrier between us.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly as we stopped by my door.
“Nothing to be sorry for.”
“But... I just ran off. And I hurt you.”
“You need time to heal, beautiful. It was too soon. I can wait.”
He gave me a soft kiss, but I stiffened on instinct. As he walked off, there was a palpable tension in the air.
He’d said he could wait. But would he?
It wasn't like we had long left together.
The awkwardness was still there the next morning as we left the house. In the cloying air between us at the breakfast table, in the silence that filled the car, in my arid mouth.
Never having been in that situation, I had no idea what to say. Would words even help? Maybe I needed to let my actions speak. When
