#Chapter 157: Start Over

Kayla Nicholas’s face lit up when I said those words. He swallowed hard, nearly choking on the large bite of sandwich in the process. “You’re sure?” he asked, almost as if he couldn’t believe it. “After everything, I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted a—” “I’m sure, Nicholas,” I cut him off. “I want to be married to you. I want to…” I bit my lip, suddenly feeling sheepish. “I want to start over.” Nicholas looked shockingly relieved. He stood, nearly knocking the chair he was sitting on to the floor, and swept me into a tight embrace. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to lean into him, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. “I can do that,” he said, his lips brushing the top of my head. “And I’m sorry, Kayla. For everything.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, too. This whole thing was ridiculous.” Nicholas pulled back just enough to glance at me, his brow furrowed. “No, Kayla. It wasn’t ridiculous. You were hurt.” “So were you.”