Leah

I pressed the doorbell, and it opened on the third ring.

Edward stood behind it shirtless and barefoot, curls messy like he'd run a hand through them many times.

He blinked when he saw me. "Leah?"

My stomach twisted in guilt.

I had come to apologise for last night and had spent hours rehearsing, but every word disappeared the moment I saw him.

"Hi."

"Hi," he repeated. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Yeah... I tried calling before coming, but you weren't picking up."

His face scrunched ...