Page 127 of Flipping His Script


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"What?"

"I'm sorry."

I almost fell off the stump. "What?"

"I’m sorry," he repeated, sounding just as sincere as the first time.

"You are?"

"Last night? You were right. Iwasan asshole. But if you stick around, I can promise you this." His gaze locked on mine. "It won't happen again."

His eyes were dark and intense, and for some stupid reason, I didn't want to look away.Damn it.

A nervous laugh escaped my lips. "As if I'd let you. I mean, I wouldn't fall forthattrick again."

Why was I laughing?It wasn't funny. Probably, I was only laughing so I didn't break down and cry.

From the look on Flynn's face, he didn't see the humor either. In that same quiet voice, he said, "Tell me, how can I make it up to you?"

The question – not to mention his tone – shocked me to the core. I'd been planning to demand an apology along a promise that he'd never pull such a stunt again.

But he'd already given me both of these things,withoutme having to ask.

And now he was offering to make amends?

Why now?

There was something I'd been wondering since the beginning, and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, "Has it ever occurred to you that you should've picked a girl you actuallyliked?"

His gaze never wavered. "No."

"Why not?'

"The truth? I didn't want the complication."

I knew what he meant, but it didn't make me feel any better. AllIknew was that, once again, he found me so repulsive that I offered zero temptation.

It shouldn't've bothered me. But it did.

I pulled my hands from his. "Well, you surely realize this isn't going so great. I mean, we can't go on like this." I gave a decisive shake of my head. "And I won't."

"Good. You shouldn't have to."

I wasn't quite sure I believed him.What was this? Guilt talking?Ithadto be.

When I said nothing in reply, he said, "So answer the question."

"What question?"

"How can I make it up to you?"

The answer tothatwas easy. "For starters, you could at leastactlike you don't hate me all the time."

He frowned. "That's no favor."

"I'm not asking for a favor," I said. "I'm asking for your cooperation. After all, no one should be stabbed in their sleep."

His eyebrows furrowed. "I wasn't planning on it."