Page 122 of Twisted Collide

My cheeks feel like they are on fire. “Did I really go swimming?”

“Yes.”

“Kill me now,” I groan.

Dane chuckles. “No. I don’t think so. Also, you won’t get to eat the breakfast I ordered you.”

“You ordered me breakfast?”

“Yep. And coffee. Creamer, two sugars.”

“You remembered.”

“I think you’ll soon realize I pay attention when it comes to you.”

If it were possible for my heart to beat out of my chest and explode, it would. Either that or I’d swoon until I melt.

After taking a seat beside me on the bed, he reaches over to grab the cup of coffee and passes it to me. I take a sip. “So good.”

Once I’ve taken a few more sips, I place the mug down and look over the tray. A breakfast sandwich. I could kiss this man. I don’t deserve his kindness after being such an ass last night.

“I really am sorry, Dane. Last night—I shouldn’t have gotten that drunk.”

“Why did you? What happened?”

I sigh, and the movement makes a small piece of hair fall over my face.

Dane reaches out and tucks it behind my ear.

“Josephine,” Dane says gently, “you can talk to me.”

I smile weakly. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Sometimes, I find the beginning is the best place.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have time.”

I shake my head. “No, actually, you have a game.”

“It’s six o’clock.”

“Good point.” After a few more bites, since I’ll need my energy, I decide it’s time to tell him.

I take a deep breath, looking down at my fingers currently twirling the sheet in my hand.

“I—last night, you were ignoring me—and when I tried to touch you—”

“I didn’t mean to. I was—”

“Stop. You were right. You knew my father was in the bathroom, I understand, but then I started thinking about my father, and how much I don’t know about him and how he’s your family, and I just lost it.”

He nibbles on his lower lip, most likely wondering if what he wants to say will upset me.

“There’s a lot you don’t know—and more that I don’t know. The thing is, I only met my father the day after I met you. The first night,” I clarify.

“I don’t understand.”

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