Once I think she’s finally drifted off to sleep, I gently stroke her cheek and press a kiss to her forehead, letting out a deep sigh.

"I really am sorry," I whisper. "I know I was a jerk, and I hurt you with my words. But trusting people—it’s never come easy to me. Especially with you... being Lefebvre’s ex-wife just makes it worse."

"If I forgive you, will you let me sleep?" she mutters without opening her eyes.

"What the hell?! You weren’t asleep? You were faking it?"

"I wasn’t ...