Victor
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Listen,” I say, breaking the silence. “I know that I was out of line. I’m also aware that things have been weird between us lately, but I want you to know that I care about you, Rose. More than I should, probably.”
Her lips part, and I watch her fold her hands over her heart. I should seriously be awarded an Oscar for my speech. The way her eyes widen with hope and vulnerability tells me she believes me.
“I care about you too,” she whispers in a soft voice, and then she gives me a sad smile. “But we need to talk. About us. About what we both want. I mean…after we had s*x, you treated me like just another hook-up, but then you got jealous when I danced with Alex. Like, what the f**k was that?”
Yikes, what the f**k do I say? I stare at her,
