Chapter 50

“You don’t love me like that, Sophs. You don’t know what you’re saying. This is stupid, and you’re confused.” He’s completely shellshocked, color instantly draining from his face, and all hints of playful are replaced with disbelief. Arrick seems to be handling this almost as badly as I did in Emma’s kitchen. His normally cool and calm composure slips uncontrollably as his voice trembles. He seems like he isn’t sure how he should behave and struggles to stand at peace. His hands in mid-air, grasping at nothing as though looking for words between us.

“Arry?” I reach out to him this time, alarmed by the ashen expression on his face and how he’s frowning, his head running at a hundred miles an hour to process what I have said. I step forward, but he’s the one to move back this time. Lifting fingers to hold me still and telling me to wait. He looks like he needs to sit down badly. His pale skin has become paler, and he seems a little unsteady on his feet. Meanwhile, my heart is cr