“You’re glad it’s me,” he said, his hand settling on her hip. His hair hung over his eyes, rainwater trembling from one of the strands. “It’s because you don’t have feelings for me. I’m uncomplicated.” There was a small, understanding smile tight on his lips. “It’s okay.” She sucked in a shuddering breath, wiping her tears with the backs of her hands. “I’m s-s-sorry.”
