#Chapter7
Without so much as a ‘bye’, I turned on my heels, making for the door. The war drums in my head had eased slightly, the pressure that had been building behind my eyes less demanding, but passing another incense, breathing in another nosefull of lavender, it seemed to jumpstart the shitty feelings.
/"Hey, wait./"
I had my hand on the handle. Should have turned it and marched out. Instead, almost on instinct, I turned to face him. Stopping a foot away, he offered a small, wary smile.
/"What do you want?/"
/"To apologize. Properly. Last night . . . I don't do things like that. I’m sorry that you regret what happened between us but — /"
