I release the breath I am holding once I successfully button the last one on Thomas's suit. I did it, thank god, I place my hand on my chest as he walks to his mirror to check himself out. I used my other hand to wipe away the tiny drops of sweat that formed on my forehead. I have never been more scared in my life than I was in the past few minutes. Whenever my hand was about to touch his skin, I withdrew it as quickly as possible. I held my breath the whole time I helped him dress up. I ...