(Kendall)
I watched Jaxon pull me toward the kitchen, his arm still around my waist. The whole fight about Emma had drained me more than I wanted to admit. Not because I was actually worried about some random girl flirting with him, but because of what it said about us. About how he still thought he needed to handle everything alone.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, opening the fridge. "I can make us something quick."
"Actually, wait." I pulled away from him and sat down at the kitchen counter. "Before we eat, I need to tell you something."
He turned around, immediately looking concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. It's actually good news, I think." I took a deep breath. "I made an appointment to see a therapist."
His face lit up instantly. "Really? Kendall, that's amazing
