Chapter 13

Arrick slides his hands into the pockets of his black jeans, his gray t-shirt molding to that formidable body as he regards me guiltily. His posture cooling my jets and fire a little, bringing back that self-pity I despise so much.

“I miss you. I miss us.” I sniff again, my heart bursting with genuine sadness overtaking all other emotions. I don’t move this time when he steps forward, catching his jacket so he can tug me closer to him again. He stops me level with his body, a tiny gap between us, leans in again, and gazes at me for a long, silent moment.

“I’m still here, still care about you as much as I always did. I just need you to come back to all of us, Sophs. Calm down the reckless behavior and wild partying. Come home, make things right with the people who love you, and give me a chance to fix things between us. If you’re not out, going hellcat Leila style, then I promise I’ll have more time for you. I’ll figure things out to make sure I’m here for you. I’ll help