CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
She bit the edge of the pen nervously, tapping her heels against the floor as the pain in his eyes and his words reverberated in her brain. Why was she beginning to soften up to him? Why did she care that he was hurt? Was it because it felt like she'd finally met someone who could understand exactly how she felt without having to go through the strenuous step of explaining it all?
"f**k!" She cussed for probably the hundredth time, wishing she could rewind back time and not jet to the f*****g England.
"If you cuss one more time, I'm really going to lose it, “Darren eventually spoke up, his attention stirring away from his phone to his sister.
"Sorry. What's up with you anyway? You've been snappy all morning, “She released an exasperated sigh, glad her attent
