Chapter Twenty-Six
I grabbed a pair of ballet flats from my room, slipping them on before I headed back to the living room. Talon leaned against the wall in the small hallway that led to the front door. His black messenger bag tossed over his shoulder, his eyes closed, and I knew that he was still worn out from yesterday.
“If you’re not up for going out, I could pick something up? I mean, the donuts are still in the kitchen.” I bit the inside of my cheek as I fidgeted with the hem of my cardigan.
“No,” Talon said, opening his eyes. He looked over and I watched his mouth fall open. I regretted not doing more. It wasn’t enough. Looking down at the ground, I tried to focus on the lines in the hardwood.
“I’m sorry, I’ll-”
“What, why are you sorry?” He asked and I felt my cheeks heat up.
