HIRAM'S POV:

"Stop what?" she snaps, her eyes locked on mine. "Do you know how happy I was texting you yesterday? I missed you. I wanted to spend the evening with you. Do you even understand how I felt when Rhea told me she saw you with Lola?"

Her words hit me like a punch.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, reaching out to grab her hands, but she pulls back, stepping away.

Her rejection hurts, but not as much as her words.

"Sorry?" The question leaves her mouth in a high-pitched tone.

"That's all ...