“I still love you, Sophs. You know that, right? I know we kid around and make fun of each other … But I do love you.” Arrick’s gaze is steady on my face, watching me closely as the doors ping open, much to my relief. I shrug as a way of an answer, throat closing with raw emotions moving up inside of me and that heavy ache deep down, threatening to make me cry. He follows me into the spotless marble interior, placing the bags down around his feet as he tugs me closer by the wrist so ...