He Spoke French to Her So I Couldn’t Understand Chapter 06

He Spoke French to Her So I Couldn’t Understand Chapter 06

He held out the chestnut cake. “You always said this place was the best. I waited in line.”

Sophomore-year field trip, I’d mentioned it once. That day, Owen had biked across half the city to bring me a box of it. He’d been panting so hard, but he’d held the bag up to me. “Don’t let it go to waste, princess.” I’d taken the first bite and fed it straight to him.

Now the same chestnut cake sat on the doorstep, the wax paper bag going soft in the sun I didn’

reach for it.

Owen’s hand slowly lowered. “What I said that day was out of line.”

“Yeah.”

“Luna’s ankle was genuinely hurt. I just didn’t want her standing there awkwardly.”

“Yeah.”

“I never actually meant to break up with you.”

I looked at him. “Didn’t you say you were waiting for the college acceptance letters?”

Owen’s head snapped up. The panic in his eyes was impossible to hide. “How do you know about

that?” The second the words left his mouth, he froze.

I didn’t answer.

He stepped forward and my grandmother blocked him. His voice came out raw. “Sienna, that was just talk.”

“In the hotel hallway, just talk.”