[Automatically, his arms go around her, holding her carefully like she's the most delicate thing in the world. She isn't, but maybe their marriage is, if this is all it takes to put it in danger.
They must have been kidding themselves to think that they were well down the road to recovery. Right now it seems like they barely reached the on-ramp. It's been too easy, too simple to fall into the romance and ignore everything that went wrong. It's no surprise that he can't talk about what's in the journal, really—how could he, when they can't even talk about what happened between them?
Nate lets out his breath in a sigh that comes out almost like a sob and holds her tighter, tucking her head under his chin and pressing his face against her hair. He can't lose her. He lived thirty years of his life before he ever met Elena Fisher and now he can't imagine what he would be without her.
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They must have been kidding themselves to think that they were well down the road to recovery. Right now it seems like they barely reached the on-ramp. It's been too easy, too simple to fall into the romance and ignore everything that went wrong. It's no surprise that he can't talk about what's in the journal, really—how could he, when they can't even talk about what happened between them?
Nate lets out his breath in a sigh that comes out almost like a sob and holds her tighter, tucking her head under his chin and pressing his face against her hair. He can't lose her. He lived thirty years of his life before he ever met Elena Fisher and now he can't imagine what he would be without her.
He just doesn't know where they go from here.]