" I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything Harper. All I could do or think about was finding you and hating myself for pushing you away.” “I was being rash,” I whispered into his chest, “I shouldn’t have left, it was immature and hateful. I just thought if you would put yourself in a position where we could lose you, I wanted you to know what it felt like to have us gone.” His breath caught in his throat and his arms tightened around me. “I’m so sorry baby, but I also needed you to have time to figure out if you would rather have a life without us. Because that’s what it felt like you wanted when you made your mind up. And so, of course, I made it worse by trying to hurt you back, instead of talking it out with you.” “Don’t apologize. Don’t leave me again, but don’t apologize.” “I’m –” “Nope.” He pressed his lips against my own, and spoke around our kiss, “No more sorrys.” I "
― Molly McAdams , Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1)