Emma

Submission given is sweeter than submission taken.

As I recalled what Rett had told me, I wondered if he meant them—now or then.

“You’re right. Don’t throw away what we have and what we will have,” he said, “because I screwed up.” Rett gently framed my cheeks, his palms on each side. “I pushed too far. I’m not offering an excuse. I’m telling you that I know it was a mistake.”

I was too emotional ...