"What did I do?" His voice, so low and broken, brought tears to her eyes with his vow, "I can make it right, there has to be some way."
"There's nothing." Amber swallowed hard through the words, barely recognizing them as her own, telling him, "Please, Frederick, don't make this more difficult for either of us."
His brow bumped the back of her head, uneven breaths scorching her neck as he whispered, "Then tell me you don't want me, tell me you don't love me, and I'll leave you alone. You'll never see me again. Tell me, if that's what you really want."
She couldn't force those lies through the tightness in her throat, not with him standing up against her, supplying that heat she'd longed for. As the silence stretched out, his shivery exhale stirred her hair and his hands came up to rub her forearms, a slow, gentle friction.
"Ammy, you don't have to carry whatever this is alone.”
What do you think? (I'm still loudly singing along here at work while typing this up in the absence of attorneys or clients! Sic: Friday). Hopefully, I'll be keyboard deep this coming week in my final draft to get it to my eagle eye editor.
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