“Please?” I asked, taking a step forward. It was hypocritical to want to steal his moments, especially when I’d been trying like hell to run away from him only moments ago. “I want to know.” He turned, showing me the outline of his profile. “I was gonna ask if you’d waited for me like I’d been waiting for you.” And then he walked away, leaving me standing under the weight of his honesty and hating how it felt.
