This is not what she needs. She glances down at her phone in the restaurant, sees the text is from Les and nearly deletes it without even reading. But in the end she keeps it and looks at it later in her hotel room when she's alone. She shouldn't let it get to her, it shouldn't matter. She trusted him and he screwed it up, that much is true. She doesn't want him to make it up to her.
But it does something to her all the same, seeing those words. Something she doesn't want to think about. She doesn't want to forgive him.
Instead of replying, she just deletes the text and tries to put him out of her mind, but it's harder here, away from Siren Cove. Away from prying eyes. For several minutes, all she can do is sit on the edge of her bed in her hotel room, her phone held tightly in her hands. Then she gets up, brushes her eyes, and fixes her hair.
Les didn't expect her to answer him, but he still must've had some minor hope that she would. Because when the hour passes and there's no return text, he's sad and disappointed, but he stops checking his phone for the message that's obviously not going to come yet.
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But it does something to her all the same, seeing those words. Something she doesn't want to think about. She doesn't want to forgive him.
Instead of replying, she just deletes the text and tries to put him out of her mind, but it's harder here, away from Siren Cove. Away from prying eyes. For several minutes, all she can do is sit on the edge of her bed in her hotel room, her phone held tightly in her hands. Then she gets up, brushes her eyes, and fixes her hair.
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