Chapter 118 Ambrose

• Three days later, I'm still kicking myself. I shouldn't have done that. Any of it. I shouldn't have insisted on powering through Gardenia's session with a headache, just because I couldn't bear the idea of a week passing without time spent with her. I shouldn't have let the headache show, and when she rested her thumbs against my temples, I should have nudged her off and set clearer boundaries.
• And I definitely shouldn't have let her clatter out of my office like that, red hair flying behind her and her face pinched.
• I upset her. I let her think–and then–