In that moment, I couldn't help but think of Paul, the man who had once held a special place in my heart. His memory lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of a love that had once been. I couldn't easily let go of the past, and I couldn't let anyone take Paul's place, not even Mr. Derek, who had become an unexpected presence in my life.
Derek's touch on my hair, however, surprised me. He didn't withdraw or react with frustration, as I had expected. Instead, his fingers caressed my hair gently, as if he were trying to soothe away the tension that had filled the room.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as his touch sent a confusing mix of emotions through me. His actions were at odds with the rejection I had initially shown, leaving me both bewildered and conflicted.
"I... I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice trembling as I tried to make sense of the situation. "I didn't mean to..."
