Chapter 16

I smile her way and catch her eye for a second before she looks away again, crazily evasive for her and wounding my soul. I wonder if she is still mad or if this is awkwardness because she thinks I might be; after all, I did storm off and hurt her.

I’m not mad at you, Mimmo.

“Maybe, I don’t forgive you.” She whispers, looking down as she pulls the Unicorn into her stomach and squeezes tighter. Childlike and irresistible, she knows how to make every part of me feel the full brunt of regret for hurting my girl. And boy, does she? I swear she can psychically kick me in the stomach whenever she pleases.

I can’t resist it any longer, moving from the doorway and crossing to get on the bed beside her. I need to console her and fix this weirdness between us. We never go long periods without making up, we rarely fight to the point that one of us walks away, and I hate this distance, hate how little and hurt she looks like this. It has the same effect as gripping my heart in