The waitress arrived to take our orders. Emily ordered a beer, so I did the same. I could tell she was tickled to see me do something so normal as drink a beer. It wasn’t my drink of choice, but if it helped her lose herself for a bit and pretend she was living an ordinary life, beer was an easy sacrifice. Much like Cinderella, Emily’s fairy tale would end when we left this place and went back to the cabin in the woods. Equally as unfortunate, I was no Prince Charming. I didn’t know what I was to her, but regardless, I felt protective of her. It was excruciatingly f****d up. I had lied to her, led her away from her home on false pretenses, and now, I wanted to get in her pants? I could honestly say I was walking a very fine moral line—one I had been all too eager to judge others for crossi
