Emma and Julian
"Why I keep things from you sometimes? Emma, there are so many reasons. I don't want you to get hurt when there's no need to be. And sometimes, there are just things I have to deal with myself. Et cetera." He waved a hand in the air. He wanted to stop talking to this. It was pointless to focus on it any longer. He'd told her that he'd try, and from this point on, that was all that he could do.
He looked over at her, hating the awkwardness between them. He could feel it too. The electicity in the air, the almost gravitational pull trying to drag him closer and closer to her.
"If I hadn't said anything," he said, his voice a bit raspy. "Would it be like this right now?"