Fallon (selfishly) visibly relaxed at the graze of his hand. Such a small, simple touch had her ready to break down fully. Jesse truly was always there, wasn't he? Through thick and thin. No wonder why Malou supported her relationship with him, he was great, perfect even. Fallon wished that knowledge made her decision as simple as his slight touch, she wished she didn't have to do this.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes locked on the floor between them. Looking at him only made this worse. Already, Fallon felt the burn of tears in the back of her eyes. Damn it. "I ..." Merlin. This was just as hard a confession as it was telling Lachlan she was involved. She couldn't do it. She couldn't confess.

Why was this so hard?

With tears welling in the corners of her eyes, Fallon finally looked up at him, speechless. Instead, she discarded her mug on the counter and rushed to embrace him. He was her safety, her comfort. "I'm so sorry," she cried into his chest. "I'm so, so sorry."