“I’m sorry for trying to run last night. I wasn’t thinking.” Romeo’s hand found the back of my neck, and he massaged out a kink without me having to tell him where it was. “Once you told me what happened, I got it. It hurt knowing that you wanted to leave, but I understand why you did. That shit is a lot to process. Shit,” he drawled before taking another hit. “Running probably would’ve been my first instinct too.”
