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“Please,” I pleaded. No matter how frustrated I was with him, he simply did not know the risks I had taken with him. Either that, or he just did not care. I hoped, against all that I knew about him, that it wasn't the latter.Tucker finally opened his eyes and propped himself up, looking the least bit concerned. I think he realized that I wasn’t waking him up for no reason, but it was always impossible to know for certain with this man. I handed him one of the photos, and it was only under his touch that themuscles of my hands relaxed. But when his brows furrowed and the magnitude of the situation dawned on him, I felt my panic in full force. My face stung as tears started to form and pool at my lash line, and breathing became a lot more difficult all at once.“When did you get this?” Tucker asked in a low, gentle voice as he rested a hand on my upper arm, warm and comforting. It did nothing to soothe me. As much as I wanted to be close to him, to disappear with him in a cozy bubble

EMMA’s POVWe had been sitting in this uncomfortable silence for about ten minutes now. Tucker had come in, sat down, and I started the timer. I had nothing to say, and I knew none of my questions would lead anywhere. I was beginning to believe that, sex-related professional risks aside, there was no point in keeping Tucker as a patient. He simply did not want to receive treatment, and who was I to get in the way of that? However, that would mean I could never see him again, and the thought of life purely void of his antics, as annoying as they were, seemed so distant and uncomfortable now.I clicked at my pen repeatedly as we sat in my office in relative silence. We hadn’t spoken for a week before Tucker decided to pop back up, texting me for an appointment. I had rejected the idea of having it anywhere but the clinic. He had acted nonchalant via text yet remained completely quiet and meek once he sat in my chair. We did not even greet each other when hecame in. He simply walked in,

After hearing it so many times, I started feeling a sort of weight, a pressure to do better. The longer Carter stayed in my life, the more his approval mattered. Despite my growing closeness and comfort with him, I started hiding problems from him until they got too big to solve on my own. While others in my life were simply far too insignificant and ignorant to be let in, Carter was too important to disappoint. Perhaps that was what drew me toward Emma. She didn’t mind that I fuck up. She didn’t care. She made me feel as if she was a safety net like no other, as if no matter how big of a mistake I made, she wouldn’t judge. Emma, my Emma.“I honestly don’t know. Everything is such a huge mess. That’s why I’m —” I paused again, and it seemed that every time I talked, I had to stop and rethink every word that rolled off my tongue “—I’m taking Emma out of the country for a few days. I need your help to take care of Rocky in the meantime and…”“Figure out the Helena situation,” Carter pre

“What is this place?” I asked once we let go of one another. I twirled around to take in the inside of the house. It was whimsical, an absolute escapist heaven. The walls were a dusty rose, decorated with ornate paintings and lights. The warm light of the sunset draped over the furniture. The golden trims on every curve and curtain in the room all came together to illuminate his blue eyes. Normally, they were icy and piercing. But for some reason, under this tender and intimate light, Tucker’s eyes were more ocean-blue than anything, holding a depth that was, for once, not composed of layers of sorrow.Tucker cupped my cheeks and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. His smile returned as soon as he pulled away, and my heart sang at the tooth-rotting sweetness of it all. “It’s my safe haven. My home away from home,” Tucker muttered as he pulled away from me.He turned away, and for the first time since I arrived, I was able to take him in properly. He was wearing the same outfit as when we

Perhaps it was the realization that I loved her that made everything all the more special, and perhaps she felt the same way. I was just happy to be around her without fighting or bickering. The banter was always nice, but Emma helped me discover that pure tenderness was even nicer. At mealtime, a flight attendant knocked on our cubicle door and slid it open when I murmured a brief, “Yes?” The flight attendant, a young man with round, gentle features, smiled at me. He looked a little like Jordan, and the resemblance immediately made me form a soft spot for him. I gave the man a wide smile and slid out Emma’s table as well as mine so as to not disturb her but also to make the flight attendant’s visit a little smoother. I had already chosen our meals when I booked the tickets, but I leaned in to whisper to the man, “Could we get some sweet red?”Jasper, at least that was what his tiny nametag said, nodded eagerly before pouring a couple of glasses out for us. At the clinking of glasses,