Georgia's POV
I frowned, trying to make sense of his words. What does he mean by that?
Well, there's only one way to find out—I had to ask.
Still, the thought of it made my heart jitter. I laughed nervously, brushing off the tension, then turned to him. "You mean… you would've done everything just to get me to like you?"
He gave a small nod, then gently tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. That simple touch sent a rush down my spine.
"But why?" I asked quietly. "I remember when we first met... you were always so mad at me."
"I wasn't mad at you," he said, voice low and heavy. "I was angry at the world. At myself. I'm sorry if I took it out on you. I didn't mean to." His gaze dropped for a second before meeting mine again, more serious now. "I've got demons, Georgia. Ones I've been battling every day. Some days I win... most days, I lose. And when life gets in the way, it just becomes too damn hard."
