I should just let it go for now, walk away, and take the high road.
But I can’t.
“You know, Travis, that’s an apology I’ve been waiting on for years.” I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He stands in the doorway with his shirt completely unbuttoned. I force myself to look away from his abs and how his pants sit haphazardly on his hips.
“For years?” He crosses his arms and studies me. “For what?” He looks genuinely confused, but that doesn’t surprise me.
I roll my eyes at him and take a sip of water. I don’t even know if it’s worth mentioning anymore. As I try walking past him, he blocks me, and I’m forced to look at him.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Viola.”
His features are hard, and he’s not letting me pass by him.
“Don’t act stupi
