Unfortunately Yours (A Vine Mess, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

The increasing protectiveness he felt for his fiancé told August . . . This wasn’t temporary. They weren’t. Sorry, princess. Sucks to be you.

Giving Natalie breathing room was probably the right thing to do, but he couldn’t seem to make himself leave the room. He simply remained there, an inanimate object with his hand on the knob. No, he couldn’t walk away. That’s what they’d both done at the end of every fight, since the beginning, and it had hurt their relationship every time.

“I let myself trust you and you didn’t trust me back. You made me drop my armor and then, I don’t know, it’s like I’m being punished for it.”