He grimaces. “I’m sorry. For tonight. For making you think...well, you know.” I raise a brow. “I don’t know.” He glares at me, and a short laugh bursts out of me. I raise my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. It’s cool, okay?” I smile, and this time, it’s soft. Hesitant, but genuine. “We’re cool.” Waylon nods. “Cool.” He cringes. I bite down the urge to laugh. “Cool.”
yall annoying as hell
