"What if I don't?"
"You probably won't. You've been a fucking idiot about it. No reason to believe you'll change."
"Then why this talk?"
He shrugs.
"You want to help."
"No shit."
"You want to believe in love."
He shakes his head you're crazy. But there's something in his eyes. He does.
"You want to get a drink?"
"Not if I'm gonna have to cart your plastered ass home."
I chuckle. "You're more fun than you let on."
"Don't tell anyone."
"I won't."
"You know I'm gonna keep lecturing you."
"I know." Part of me hopes he gets through to me.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Iris
It feels like a million years pass.
I stare at my cell during boring lectures. Between classes. At lunch. During coffee breaks. When I get home. When I finish yoga. When I sit down to study.
When I'm in bed not really trying to sleep.
All week, nothing.
All weekend, nothing.
I try to convince myself to give him time. To give him space.
But I can't.
I need to explain this.
I need to look him in the eyes.
I only hope it's enough to convince him to forgive me.
Chapter Forty
Walker
My cell burns a hole in my pocket.