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Oh great, he returns," I said once I sensed his presence. I was wrapped in a towel and searching through my closet.
"Where is Jon?" He asked,
"Went in search of you, is that the apology I deserve?" I asked him.
"I apologise." He said,
I turned towards him.
"Just like that and I am supposed to forgive you. No, I am no Jesus." I told him.
"I had a lot on my mind, Jon's words were–"
–"getting to you? Since when did you never have your sh*t together?" I asked him and then walked towards my dressing table.
I heard him sigh.
"Spoke with Michael." He said,
I raised my brows, didn't think he would do so considering his pride was above a hundred per cent.
"And how did it go?" I inquired, folding my arms as I turned to him.
"Just know I regret it." He said,
"How–did–it–go, Ethan? Did you mess it up?" I asked harshly.
"No." He responded.
"Then what?" I asked, gesticulating.
