“Did you sleep at all?” I ask. He nods. “A little. How do you feel this morning?” I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes. “Better.” Tilting my head, I study him. “Still a little surprised that you can tolerate the sight of me.” “You were in an impossible situation, and you did what you had to do.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “My love isn’t so fickle that it fades under stress.”
ok I'm struggling to not be on his side
can't I switch back and forth?? You know what I know he's lying about smtg so I'm gonna hold whatever it is against him forever and just be on Abriellas team
