Emery’s pov.
I’ve been thinking about Brielle’s request since last night . I barely slept, the sheets around my legs feel heavier than normal—like guilt has sewn itself into the fabric . I hope I don’t get dark circles with the way my eyes are fixed to the ceiling and my head clouded with thoughts.
How did I get here? How can I betray him again when I promised myself I never would? If she knew how I felt about Lucas, would she still ask me this? If I say no , will Brielle suspect something? Should I sort another way out ? Is protecting him from her worse than betraying her trust in me ?
“Ahhhh!” I muffled on the pillow I was holding.
A sharp knock intercepted my screams which made me sit up . Who could be knocking?
“Come in,” I urged.
“Emery.” The voice belongs to Georgia.
“I want t
