Snippet #1916711

For the millionth time today, Emma wished she could read Greyson's mind. That, and that she could have just kept her mouth shut. He was probably thinking that too. No, he was probably wishing he had just sent her away the second she walked through his door. God I'm pathetic she thought. Time seemed to pass impossibly slow, but she kept her gaze locked on Greyson. Even as he looked away to something off in the distance. She couldn't bring herself to look away, paralyzed by the fear that he might disappear.

The longer Greyson stayed quiet, the weaker Emma's defenses got. He was blasting impossibly large holes in her armor without a single word. He's going to send me away. Tell me to get lost, grow up, move on, fuck off. I just messed everything up, again. Greyson's silence was the only answer she needed.

Suddenly she was in his arms. Was he accepting her appology? Was he saying he felt the same? Was this an answer to all the questions she hadn't been brave enough to ask? The embrace was over just as soon as it had begun. That warmth that Emma had come so accustomed to, pulled away again. His discomfort was clear, probably just as much as her disappointment. I guess it's really over. He's gone.

She understood the underlying message in his offer. Any contact they had from here on out would be solely based around Colby. Emma could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blinking them away quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed. Emma nodded, looking back up at him. Did she look as broken as she felt? She wrapped her arms around herself to hold herself together, Emma couldn't let herself fall apart yet.

Emma forced a smile, although it didn't reach her eyes. "Where did you have in mind?"