"Davis, I'm okay. You don't have to blame yourself." Her voice was steady, reassuring. Davis inhaled deeply, his expression dense. "You shouldn't have done that alone."
Jessica's smile softened. "I wasn't alone. I had you with me, even if not physically. Aren't we chatting through the ear piece?"
His throat tightened at the question, he sighed. He can never win against her.
With meticulous care he quickly poured her a glass of water which she took a quick sip from moisturing her parched throat.
While they chatted about the incident, a knock came at the door, breaking the moment. Davis didn't let go of her hand, and Jessica didn't pull hers away either.
Their fingers remained intertwined, the warmth between them speaking louder than any words at that moment.
Richard entered the room, and a knowing smile plastered his lips as he took in the sight of Jessica and Davis intertwined hands.
