As far as she knew, that nickname hadn’t ever been one of irritation for Embry, so Daiane was taken aback by how she had snapped at its use. Hurt rippled across her face and she paused, taking a moment to gather herself. “Okay,” she murmured after a beat, blowing air out of her mouth. “I’m sorry. Embry. …I don’t know what else you want me to say other than I’m sorry for not telling you the whole truth. But Bee—Embry. Embry, I’m not sorry if that night gave me the chance to be your girlfriend again. And I want to continue to be your girlfriend, okay? Embry?” Daiane looked her in the eyes, the glaze of unshed tears seen in her own.
“And I’m telling you that I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t something I actually really wanted to do!” Her eyes closed momentarily, hands lifting to the sides of her head to rub her temples. She could feel Embry’s burning glare even with her eyes closed; really, the only difference was not being able to actually see the glare. Either way, she still felt it, the fire of her anger, and being on the receiving end sucked. “You don’t know if you can…” she echoed, murmuring quietly to herself. Daiane shook her head, opening her eyes to look at Embry, brows knitting together. “I don’t know how else to prove to you that I’m telling the truth.” She spoke slowly, the frustration becoming evident in her own voice. “Like, after every date, every kiss, every—after everything, you really think it was all faked? That I faked every single moment I had with you?”
Her frustration faded quickly with Embry’s outburst, her heart breaking as she watched Embry’s feelings boil over. It hurt her to see her hurting, and she just wanted to stop it. “Bee,” Daiane whispered, the tears slipping down her own cheeks. “I don’t want to fight.” Dai took a step towards her, reaching out a hand to her shoulder. “So can we just… not?”