EMORY'S POV
Geller will be attending a crucial meeting and will be leaving tomorrow for a three-day business trip. He's been insisting that I go with him, and I want nothing more than to join him. But one of us has to stay behind.
That afternoon, I helped him pack, carefully folding his clothes, arranging them in his suitcase, and double-checking the essentials. My fingers skimmed over the fabric of his shirts, memorizing the texture, a silly part of me wishing I could make time slow down just a little.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" he asked, pulling a few more pieces from the closet.
“I’d love to, but someone has to keep things running,” I said simply.
His jaw ticked slightly, but he only sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. We've been through this ma
