Bryce looked so miserable that Jenna's guilt levels were off the charts. She wanted him to be happy too but she wanted that for him in a way that didn't involve unraveling all of her trauma. She was selfishly hurting him by keeping him at a distance but she was still too afraid to close the gap.
Earlier he said she was the most beautiful woman in the world and he hadn't mentioned a thing about her dressing style or lack of makeup. Did he truly not care? Did it not matter to him that she wasn't Tessa?
If so…would she be able to believe that? Or that she could ever get over her guilt enough to focus on making things up to him for the rest of their lives? Were they even still romantically compatible? Things had been so awkward until this past week that she hadn't thought they were compatible period.
Jenna grasped his upper arms and shook him slightly. "It's not your fault, Bryce. You hear me? I'm a mess but that isn't on you."
