him see me cry right now. Not tonight. Not when we were so close to having an incredibly intimate time together.
"It's fine," I wave him off, turning my face so he can't see my eyes. "Nothing's wrong. Just...nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Violet," his voice is firm. "What's wrong?"
I turn back to Sean. This man is incredible. He's the most patient, most insistent, most kind man I've ever met. And somehow, I know that when he promises me everything is going to be okay, I'm going to believe him. And somehow, I know that I need to make him say those words.
"It's Amy," I tell him. The tears start to flow now. "She's pregnant and they thought there was a problem with the baby, but she's okay now, but I can't go see her at the hospital until tomorrow." I bury my face in his shoulder and start sobbing like a little child. He holds me close to him and strokes my hair.
And then he says the magical words I've been waiting to hear him say, the ones that I absolutely do believe when they cross his lips.
"Everything is going to be okay."
Sean holds me until I stop crying. Then he pulls me onto his lap and holds me more. We aren't kissing. We aren't being sexual. He's just offering me the comfort that I so desperately need and he's doing it without expecting anything in return. Somehow this makes me even more attracted to him. Somehow this makes me crave him even more than I already do.
Finally, I pull away. It's late. I have to be up early in the morning to get in to work, to hear how everything goes with Jason, to find out that everything I've been working toward at Southvale Community College has been for nothing. I have to get up early and stop by the hospital. I have to make sure that Amy's okay. I have a million and one things to do tomorrow and for what feels like the thousandth time, I find myself wishing my mother was here.
She always knew just what to do.
Somehow, though, as I nestle my head deeper into Sean's chest, I realize that sometimes other people can be helpful, too. Sometimes other people can be kind. Sometimes they can be caring. Sometimes they can be everything we need and then they can be a little bit more.
"I should go," I murmur, but I don't really want to. I'm not sure if he senses my desire to stay or if he's just being selfish, but Sean shakes his head.
"No," he says. "You should stay here tonight. You don't need to be alone in that big ol' house by yourself, not like this."
I don't even have the energy to protest as Sean leads me upstairs. I expect that he'll take me into his room, but he doesn't. He leads me to his guest room, the one where I stayed before. I shoot him a questioning glance, but he just shrugs.
"You'll sleep better alone, Beautiful. I'm right down the hall if you need me."
I pull off my clothes, everything except my panties, and slide beneath the covers of the bed. Sean tucks me in and gently kisses my forehead.
"What time do you need to get up?" He asks, but I'm already drifting off. I hear him plug my phone into a charger and I silently thank him for being so thoughtful. Then he leaves the room, closes the door, and I hear him pad softly down the hall.
6.
When I open my eyes, I'm not alone. There's a woman in the corner of my room, placing some clothes on the dresser. She turns when she hears me stirring. Her face looks concerned.
"I'm so sorry to wake you," she says quickly, but I just wave her apology away. She looks to be in her mid-60s. She's round, plump, and grandmotherly. While I haven't met her before, she seems kind. Her eyes twinkle and I see years of wisdom hidden behind them.
"It's okay," I sit up before realizing that I don't have a shirt on and bashfully pull the sheets up. If she notices my breasts, which she obviously does, the woman says nothing.
"I'm Annabelle," she says quickly. "Mr. Moormead asked me to pick you up a few things," she nods to the clothes.
"Wow," I'm honestly shocked about the clothing. I shouldn't be, but Sean's thoughtfulness seems
"It's fine," I wave him off, turning my face so he can't see my eyes. "Nothing's wrong. Just...nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Violet," his voice is firm. "What's wrong?"
I turn back to Sean. This man is incredible. He's the most patient, most insistent, most kind man I've ever met. And somehow, I know that when he promises me everything is going to be okay, I'm going to believe him. And somehow, I know that I need to make him say those words.
"It's Amy," I tell him. The tears start to flow now. "She's pregnant and they thought there was a problem with the baby, but she's okay now, but I can't go see her at the hospital until tomorrow." I bury my face in his shoulder and start sobbing like a little child. He holds me close to him and strokes my hair.
And then he says the magical words I've been waiting to hear him say, the ones that I absolutely do believe when they cross his lips.
"Everything is going to be okay."
Sean holds me until I stop crying. Then he pulls me onto his lap and holds me more. We aren't kissing. We aren't being sexual. He's just offering me the comfort that I so desperately need and he's doing it without expecting anything in return. Somehow this makes me even more attracted to him. Somehow this makes me crave him even more than I already do.
Finally, I pull away. It's late. I have to be up early in the morning to get in to work, to hear how everything goes with Jason, to find out that everything I've been working toward at Southvale Community College has been for nothing. I have to get up early and stop by the hospital. I have to make sure that Amy's okay. I have a million and one things to do tomorrow and for what feels like the thousandth time, I find myself wishing my mother was here.
She always knew just what to do.
Somehow, though, as I nestle my head deeper into Sean's chest, I realize that sometimes other people can be helpful, too. Sometimes other people can be kind. Sometimes they can be caring. Sometimes they can be everything we need and then they can be a little bit more.
"I should go," I murmur, but I don't really want to. I'm not sure if he senses my desire to stay or if he's just being selfish, but Sean shakes his head.
"No," he says. "You should stay here tonight. You don't need to be alone in that big ol' house by yourself, not like this."
I don't even have the energy to protest as Sean leads me upstairs. I expect that he'll take me into his room, but he doesn't. He leads me to his guest room, the one where I stayed before. I shoot him a questioning glance, but he just shrugs.
"You'll sleep better alone, Beautiful. I'm right down the hall if you need me."
I pull off my clothes, everything except my panties, and slide beneath the covers of the bed. Sean tucks me in and gently kisses my forehead.
"What time do you need to get up?" He asks, but I'm already drifting off. I hear him plug my phone into a charger and I silently thank him for being so thoughtful. Then he leaves the room, closes the door, and I hear him pad softly down the hall.
6.
When I open my eyes, I'm not alone. There's a woman in the corner of my room, placing some clothes on the dresser. She turns when she hears me stirring. Her face looks concerned.
"I'm so sorry to wake you," she says quickly, but I just wave her apology away. She looks to be in her mid-60s. She's round, plump, and grandmotherly. While I haven't met her before, she seems kind. Her eyes twinkle and I see years of wisdom hidden behind them.
"It's okay," I sit up before realizing that I don't have a shirt on and bashfully pull the sheets up. If she notices my breasts, which she obviously does, the woman says nothing.
"I'm Annabelle," she says quickly. "Mr. Moormead asked me to pick you up a few things," she nods to the clothes.
"Wow," I'm honestly shocked about the clothing. I shouldn't be, but Sean's thoughtfulness seems
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