“It does,” I say. “And, yeah, I suppose I went a little far myself.” “And?” he presses, raising a brow. “And what?” “And you’re also sorry?” I let out an exasperated sigh. “Did I not just say that?” “Don’t know if I heard those exact words, no.” “Fine, yes.” I roll my eyes, but there’s a flicker of amusement thumping in my chest. “I’m sorry. Does that make you happy?” A smug grin spreads across his face. “If you wanted to get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, I would also accept that.” “You’re such a pig.” “Oh, and here I thought I was a baby.” “You’re a lot of things, Becker,” I
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