Page 122 of Love Thy Neighbor

The crowd is a mixture of booing, laughing, cheering, and singing along.

Half of them are still staring at me, and for the first time ever, I don’t care.

No matter how awful it is, I can’t take my eyes off Cooper, and he can’t take his eyes off me.

It’s ridiculous.

Embarrassing.

And I love every single second of it.

He sings every word—horribly—and doesn’t walk off the stage until the last chords fade away.

Everyone erupts into applause, clapping his back and high-fiving him as he pushes his way through the crowd.

“Well, that was some speech,” the MC says into the mic. “Let’s give a round of applause to our idiot of the evening!” Everyone cheers again. “Good luck, kid. Sounds like you’re going to need it. Now, let’s get back to the music, shall we?”

The house music fires back up as Cooper emerges from the throngs of people, striding toward me.

His usual confident swagger is missing, and he looks more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him.

“Uh, we’re going to give you two a moment,” River says.

“Boo,” Maya complains. “I totally want to hear what he’s going to say.”

River grabs her arm and they move down the bar, but I know they’re still watching us closely.

“Hi,” he says quietly, and it’s the first thing he’s directly said to me in days.

“Hi,” I echo, and I swear I see relief in his eyes.

“Caroline…” He reaches for me but thinks better of it and drops his hand.

I hate that he drops his hand.

Ineedhim to touch me. I need to feel him.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Everyone’s watching us.”

He looks around, scowling at the crowd who is still gathered close and obviously waiting to see what happens, but nobody cares. They just keep watching.

He steps into me, dipping his head low so only I can hear him.

His familiar scent of sage and summer hits me, and it’s not just my hands shaking anymore.

It’s my heart.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his light green eyes finding mine. “I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I shouldn’t have lied. Because I did—I lied right to you when I said I’d drop it. I had no intention of doing so, and that was wrong. Ishouldhave dropped it. I…I just…”

He runs his tongue over his lips, and I swear he mouths the wordfuck.

“It was hard, you know,” he continues. “Seeing you throwing away your shot at your dreams killed me. I’ve watched you do it too many times over the years, and I couldn’t do it again. But that doesn’t make what I did okay because it wasn’t about me. It was never about me. It was about you. I know that, and I’m sorry I took your day away from you. I’m sorry I pushed you. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry. I didn’t treat you as a friend, and I certainly didn’t treat you as a partner.”

He takes another step closer, and I hold my breath.

“If you’re willing to give me another chance, I promise I will never,everdisrespect you again.”

I hate hearing him admit he lied and knew what he was doing. Hate hearing that it was a calculated decision. It hurts all over again.

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