Chapter 1

Before Daniel and I even got together, he told me he wasn’t the type to coax anyone back after a fight.

So when our ninth argument stretched into its third day of silence, I did what I always did—I went to his apartment.

Every time we fought, Daniel would move out for a few days. And every time, I was the one who showed up first, the one who caved, the one who dragged our relationship back from the edge.

But that day, I’d barely reached the door when I heard laughter from inside.

“Daniel, you’re really not going to make the first move with Emma?”

“Seriously. If Emma found out you spent last night coaxing Chloe—flowers, a designer bag, a personal apology—she’d probably dump you on the spot.”

Daniel let out a quiet laugh.