Breath shudders past my lips, and I’m terrified to ask him, but I have to know. “Do you hate me?” I think he does. He should. CJ’s eyes dart up to meet mine, and then he sits on the edge of the bed and crowds me, gripping on to the back of my neck and keeping our faces close. “I could never hate you. Never. Okay? I swear, I didn’t mean any of that, Jake. I was just, fuck. There’s no excuse for the things I said. I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”
