"Princess." Troy whispered into her hair, inhaling a lung full of her scent, his heart rate normalizing. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay." She said, as he pulled away softly. "It happens."
"No, Princess. I really shouldn't have done that. I should have handled it better. I'd gotten it so many years ago, but I acted like I just got it yesterday. That was fucked up." He apologized, his eyes sad and sunken, Bethany's heart couldn't help but ache.
He looked so underfed and spent.
"It's okay, Troy. I swear. I was just shocked but that's about it. I'm not angry with you or anything. I'm serious." She tried to pacify him, her hand on his chest.
She could feel Tristan and Theo's heavy gazes on them. It didn't make her uncomfortable but it made her feel a bit too self conscious.
"You don't have to be angry with me before I apologize, Princess. I'm apologizing because I wronged you. I should have done it sooner-"
