“I’m so sorry,” Leo yelled over the noise, his chest heaving. He still held me so close, like he was afraid I’d disappear. “I’m so fucking sorry.” “I’m sorry, too,” I yelled in return. “I’d just been assaulted, and I lost my job, and I…” My chest ached at how stupid I’d been. “I just took out all that fear on you, on top of already being scared of us. I took it out on you because I wanted to have control over something. I took it out on you because—” “You never have to apologize to me,” he said, shaking his head and silencing me with a kiss.
