I should be the one protecting her. Emma should be with me tonight.
A few minutes go by before she responds. I sit on pins and needles while I await her reply. I can't help myself, this strong desire for her clouds my head.
I've stayed away. As hard as it was, I made myself.
My control lessens each day. When I see her, my control is gone.
Finally, she responds.
I hurry out of bed, not bothering to change.
All I care about is picking her up and getting her in my bed.