“I am… so sorry,” I choke out again, praying he can see the sincerity. Enzo inspects my face closely, picking apart every micro expression and likely searching for deception. “I know you are,” he murmurs. “But I still don’t want to forgive you.”
OH MY GOD THIS IS PISSING ME OFF THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENING THE ENTIRE BOOK TO THE POINT ITS MOT FUN NO MORE LIKE THE FUCK
