55

I reached for Sunday, my fingers itching to touch her, to close the distance between us. But she flinched away from me, the distrust in her eyes something I’d earned.

“Those heels look dangerous to navigate. Just trying to keep you from falling on your ass in front of the whole world.” I tried for what I hoped was a charming smile, but it felt more like a grimace. If I was ever going to repair the damage I’d done, I needed to start small. To prove myself.

I couldn’t see it behind her mask, but I was pretty sure she raised a brow at that. “Are you trying to imply I don’t know how to walk in these?”

“No. That’s not...” I was fucking this up already. “I just want to keep you safe, Sunday. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. But you won’t let me.”

She opened and closed her mouth, looking surprised by my honesty. Finally, she blew out a breath, pursing her lips for a moment as she studied me. “Look. Like it or not, we’re stuck with each other tonight. I’m willing to call a truce if you are.”