Sophie’s throat tightened as tears prickled behind her eyes. Paris had never been cruel to her before. His behavior made her unbelievably sad. “Please tell me what I did wrong.” She pleaded, but didn’t move to touch him, afraid that she might rile him up a little more. “What did I do, Paris?”
AS MUCH AS it pained to hear the tone in her voice, Paris couldn’t help but ignore her. Just ignore her until everything was fine. It could be an asshole move but right now, he didn’t need her. Most especially that she was one of her problems. “It’s not you, Sophie.” Maybe at least, not yet. “I’m just tired and need to think alone.”
















