All of the tears she had been trying to stem back, came flooding as Heith turned her around and pulled her into his arms. She couldn't stop the sobs that escaped her as he held her and told her it was time for her decide what she really wanted and what she could live with. For a few minutes she couldn't do anything but sob, trying to resist hugging Heith back, but couldn't, and snaked her arms around his waist burying her face into his chest as she shook with the released tide of emotions. One of Rory's downsides was that she bottled it all up so much that she would inevitably burst. Most of the time is was Heith there to hug her and pick her back up. Reiland and Harrison had both been privvy to such events as the damn breaking, but it was Heith that was always there for Rory, no matter what. Most older brother would have lost their shit on s guy for telling them they had taken their little sister's virginity, and under the effect of a potion?!
Rory couldn't tell Heith what she wanted. She didn't know. Too much of her was still afraid that if they tried something offically, that they would eventually end and so would their partnership. And Rory was terrified that without Reiland she was just an average dancer, one of so many hopefuls without that something extra, that spark. With Reiland she had that spark, they were electric, their chemistry obvious to any who saw them dance.
As the sobs faded away, she kept her face on Heith's shoulder as she spoke, her voice thick and shaky. "But I have," she sniffled. "I've fucked everything up."