My brows creasing. "W-what are you sorry for?" I ask.
"I dreamt about...." He trailed off. "The things that happened in Indonesia suddenly came back to me... I just... I feel bad again for what I did behind your back. I'm sorry. I don't blame you if you won't have sex with me again. I won't force you." He says.
Why is he opening this topic now?
"I'm not only saying this for the sake of saying it but I do feel really really terrible Tate. I feel so bad about the things that I've done to you." He adds.
"Gage. Let's not talk about it anymore, okay?" I tell him.
I sigh heavily. "Don't bring it up if you want me to forget about it because--"
He unexpectedly hugged me with his arms locked tight around my body. My eyes widened on my sockets as I kept my hands to my sides while he pulled me in closer to his bare chest. I don't know why he's being so dramatic right now but I feel my heart crushing.
"I'm sorry." He says again.