Sierra’s POV
I brushed the stray hair out of my face and let out a slow breath, willing myself to speak the thoughts that had been churning in my head all evening. “Jayden,” I began, my voice steady but soft, “we can’t keep doing this… this dance of misunderstanding each other. It’s exhausting.”
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze unreadable but intent. “You’re right. We need to talk, Sierra. Really talk.”
For the first time, I didn’t feel the urge to look away from him. Instead, I met his gaze head-on, silently urging him to continue.
He crossed his arms, glancing briefly at the water before turning back to me. “I’ve been… careless in the past,” he admitted, his tone measured but raw. “I used to be a playboy. I hurt people, and I told myself it didn’t matter because I didn’t let anyone get ……
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