[Rosie's POV]
"Will it kill you to apologize!" I barked, banging my palm on the table and wishing it was his face.
"I warned you and you disobeyed, all I did was give you a mild punishment"
I flailed my hands in the air, finding this so absurd. Harry is the only special one.
Even if he's not at fault, he still apologizes.
"I should have expected such," I pout, still wiping my wet face and squeezing my hair.
"When are you leaving?" I yelled at him, but averting my eyes and switching the topic because I know that he'd still justify his actions.
He suddenly moves behind me, his fingers trail the skin on my arms and I sigh, gritting my teeth.
"I'm sorry"
For a moment, everything was upside down and I sucked my breath, finding it hard to believe my ears.
I turned my head to look at him and held his gaze.
"What?" I asked, squeezing my face but he was looking at me passionately.
