Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
As Phoebe pressed into him, warm and content, Emmett smiled and closed his eyes. Maybe this was what his ma had meant when she'd said real love is in the quiet, Emmett. Her hair was soft and silky beneath his fingers, her arm comfy around him.
"Yeah, maybe after the big harvest weeks. I gotta stay up here when there's so much work t'do. But in Leafchange, I could come n...maybe..." He paused, clearly nervous about this suggestion, unsure of his own ability. "Maybe I could...help out at the clinic? If y'showed me what to do. I know I'm not all tha' smart with book stuff, but...cleanin' and stuff, maybe. I've noticed a lotta couples and well."
It was a little bittersweet, but he smiled. "I think y'might be needed a lot soon."
