EMERSON. "Eva!" I call, attempting to rush after her as I watch her walk through the door, but a sudden grip on my wrist stops me and I turn around to see Paige; irritation flowing through me at the sight of her and the shit she just pulled. "Emerson—" she starts with a shaking voice, and I jerk her hold from my wrist, glaring at her as I speak, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the fuck did you do that?" "I–" she starts with a hiccup. "I'm sorry. I just– I didn't know what to do. I was there and you were here, and I needed you. I needed you to–" "You needed me and I was fucking here! I was here, Paige. I was doing all I could to be the comfort you needed and you thought it was okay to cross the line?" I raise a brow, my breath coming out in heavy pants and she shakes her head as she attempts to step closer, but one glare from me to her leg movement stops it. She swallows before she opens her mouth, "It wasn't enough, Emerson. It was never going to be enough. I needed more.
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