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I sure know how to fuck shit up, big time.
But I also know how to mend things. I'm a decent guy. I know what I have to do.
Apologize to her.
That's it. Easy fucking peasy.
I'm gonna throw some pants and a T-shirt on, and I'm gonna go out there and…
I frown…
How do you apologize to someone who communicates with their hands and can’t hear you speaking?
Maybe if I talk very slowly?!
Right, like that's going to work. The moment she sees me, she's gonna fucking run the other way, especially after the little pep talk the blonde lady gave her just now.
Can't blame her.
I ditch the towel and drop on the bed, looking at the ceiling in self-loathing.
I'm going to have to think of something, though. Can't leave things like this.
And not simply because it would be wrong. I just don't want to. I need to be face-to-face with her again. I need her to look at me and just not be scared of me anymore. It feels fucking important, too.
And it's not just because I want to apologize to someone I mistreated.
I always apologize when I'm an asshole. That's never up for discussion. I'm of the idea that if I fuck up, I have to own it, act like a man, and always take responsibility.
Only normally, I don't feel like drying someone's tears and babying them. I don't feel like picking perfect strangers up and cuddling them to my chest.
This, whatever the fuck it is, is different.
It's not just guilt that's tugging at my stupid heart.
I mean, in a circumstance like this, I would want to apologize to anybody, even if it were a guy I had screamed at. I was fucking rude, and it was uncalled for, so there would just be no doubt about my next course of action, but with her…
I think there's more to this apology I need to give to her and way more than a forgiving smile I want from her.
For some reason I can’t begin to understand, I feel like I really fucked up with someone that could mean something to me.
And fuck, it does sound crazy to think like this about someone I don't know, someone I've been in the same room with for less than two minutes. But there it is.
I've never felt so… struck by a woman in my life. It's an easily discernible feeling, too, because it's a brand-spanking-new one to me.
I don't know exactly what it is, but I know it's something big, and I know I'm in trouble here.
I turn onto my stomach, visions of her amazing eyes brimming with tears filling my mind.
Damn, I didn't even know that shade of golden existed when it came down to eyes.
She looked so delicate. So gorgeous.
Fuck. I don't even know her name, and she probably already hates my guts…
CHAPTER5
Mia
