My heart is dangerously close to falling out of my chest, and when I make it to his apartment building and take the elevator up to his floor, he’s there. Standing in the doorway with a bouquet of tulips and the brightest smile on his face, and I lose it. “I’m sorry,” I sob, my arms around his neck and my face buried in his shirt. “I’m so sorry I made you wait so long. That was horrible of me.”
