Chapter Eleven (Part 3)

Before I even had the chance to make up my mind though, the door flew open. We both let out a little yelp of surprise, with me jumping back to catch my breath. I hadn’t even realized how fast my heart had been racing. Jensen looked even more astounded to see me, his eyes growing big.

“Roxanne. What are you doing here?”

Oh nothing. Just…admiring your door. What kind of wood is this? I coughed, clearing the stupid thoughts in my mind that would be of no use now. “I came to see you.”

“Oh.” He closed the door behind him, joining me in the narrow hallway. “What is it?”

Was that a sign to say he wasn’t interested in seeing me? I stopped trying to interpret his every move and instead said in a fairly calm voice, “I just wanted to let you know that I…”

“That you?”

Speak! Say something!

Jensen looked down at me, his eyebrows rising as I searched for the right words. I’d practiced in front of the mirror about a billion times but why couldn’t I remember it all in front of him? He must have sensed how I was feeling because Jensen didn’t bother waiting for me to explain; he beat me to it.

“Is it about us running into each other yesterday?”

I blinked. He knew.

“Seriously Roxanne, you don’t have to worry yourself over it. To answer the question in your head: yes. I heard you talking to Lea and I heard every single word you said.”

“Oh.” It was my turn to be taken aback. “You did?”

“Yeah…” He ran his hands through his hair, something he’d always done when he was frustrated or tensed. “And I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t have a clue that it had affected you that much with the claustrophobia and…yeah.” He shuffled around awkwardly from foot to foot. Jensen didn’t do apologies. “Does that sort everything out for you then?”

I had wanted to say more but Jensen had pretty much said everything for me, and he’d also given me an apology. Question was, should I accept it?

The End

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