Thomas wrapped his arms around Amy, hugging her tightly against his chest. He was so confused and not a little bit disgusted with himself for enjoying what Ethan had done to him so much. He knew, though, that having Amy in his arms was the only thing keeping him from freaking out at that moment.
His hands moved over her, stroking her back in a soothing manner, though he wasn't trying to sooth her. He needed her, just to feel her against him, to smell the sweet scent that was purely Amy, so that he could find his balance.
"I love you, Amy," he murmured against her hair. He didn't know how things had gotten so wildly out of hand. When he'd kissed Amy that first time, he'd hoped that she would know how much she loved him, too, and that she would leave Ethan and be with him, the way they were meant to be together.
Now, he had no idea what was going to happen next, but he did know that whatever it was, he wanted it to be on his terms, not Ethans. "Is this what you really want?" he asked in a voice that sounded nearly defeated. She might not know it, but he would do whatever he could to give her what she wanted, no matter how difficult it might be for him. "All three of us, together?"