"You can ride it if you like it that much" his serious tone bringing my attention back to him. This time when I look at him he's wearing boxers, making it much easier to process my thoughts. "What do you want," He asked me again in the same serious tone. He makes it so difficult to do the right thing. "I just want to say sorry," I mumble out before my pride makes me take it back. I tighten my fist at the awkward silence between us. Is it too much to expect an apology back, or at least acceptance of my apology? Before anger consumes me I decide to get up and go back to my room, I did what I came for. " Where are you going" his words stop me from moving. " I let you say what you want, now it's my turn." I gulp the saliva gathering in my cheeks expecting him to berate me for my words in my ro
