“I’m sorry,” Jackson says, and I can tell by his devastated tone that he means it very much. “I’m so sorry, Ariel.”
“Jackson,” I sigh, frustrated – because it’s very difficult to be angry with him when he’s being so sweet. “What are you even sorry for?”
He pauses and it’s instantly clear to me that he has no idea what it is that I’m mad about – he’s just ready to apologize for anything. I laugh a little and so does he when he realizes what is happening. He tucks his head down against my shoulder and I wrap my arms around him.
“Please,” he murmurs. “I am sorry if I’ve upset you – but I don’t understand. Please tell me.”
“It’s just – it’s happened twice tonight, hasn’t it? And more in the past few weeks. It’s like all of you boys make these decisions and strike these deals, usually with
