She sighed, a small, contented sound, as his lips pressed to the top of her head. No one in the world made her feel quite as safe and secure as Thomas, not even Ethan. Thomas was her rock.
Amy wished she knew what to say, to make everything better, to vanish his hurt and make everyone feel fine. She hated that she hurt Thomas--because Thomas hurting made her hurt too. But what she could think of to say, it was all manipulative, and she knew how much she hated being manipulated at times.
She simply tilted her head, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry," was all she seemed able to say. "I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better, luv."