Sitting on the edge of what was now her side of the bed, Emily looked up to the man who had taken her in.

"So?" he sighed, taking a spot just beside the mother of one. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes," she nodded cautiously.

Aaron smiled, doing his best to calm the younger woman with as little words as possible. "Do you want to talk or would you rather just go to sleep right away? Either is fine with me."

The brunette woman smiled shyly to the older man. "I'd rather talk now if I'm going to sleep in here." She took in a breath, glancing down to her trembling hands to calm herself as he waited for her to start. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable today."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable."

Emily let out a huff, rolling her eyes at the soothing tone the FBI agent had. "Yeah right. I don't even know if I was ready for something like that, let alone you. It was just a heat of the moment thing, you know?" She nibbled into her bottom lip. "I am so sorry," she breathed, finally looking back up into the older man's eyes.

Aaron moved an inch closer to the beautiful woman, his hand lying beside hers on his fluffed duvet. "Tell me something."

"Ok," she nodded.

Looking into those still frightened brown eyes, the FBI agent forced himself not to reach out and take her hand. "Was what happened in the car something that you wanted to happen?"

Emily's jaw dropped.

"I'm not judging you," he quickly added, finally taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "And I'm not trying to embarrass you. All I'm doing is trying to understand."

Straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin, Emily let her hand stay motionless in his hold. "I don't think this is appropriate." The younger brunette did her best to avoid the eyes of the older man, looking anywhere but him and his accusing gaze that tried to hold her to him. "Please."

"Emily," the other adult begged. "I need you to know that I'm trying to help you here."

Emily felt tears enter her stinging eyes, her bottom lip popping out from between her teeth to give a pout. "Yes it was," she whispered with her head down, scared of what her new friend would think of her from what she was beginning to feel for him. He took her in, gave she and her daughter a place to stay and food to eat, and he took her away from an abusive man who was ready to kill her, and she goes and falls for him? Shit move.

Aaron sat himself directly down beside the crying woman and took her into his arms, whispering coos into her ebony hair as he would his small son. "There's no reason to be upset, Emily."

"No," she sighed, pushing him away so she could take in a deep breath. "This is stupid."

"Crying?"

Emily shook her head. "Liking you. It might not even be in a romantic way, you know? I could just be really grateful for you taking me in and I'm thinking that it's something that it clearly couldn't be."

Aaron watched as the younger woman rubbed at her cheeks to try and get her tears away, and he gave a short nod of the head. "You need time to think about it."

"Yeah," she sniffled, running the end of her sleeve underneath her nose. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to keep saying that." Standing up, Aaron grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed. "I'll give you some time alone, alright?"

Emily's eyes widened. "No!"

The older man felt himself frown. "What's wrong?"

"Please don't leave," the brunette woman begged, getting up from her spot to kneel on the comfortable mattress. "Please? I slept amazingly with you next to me last night."

Aaron saw the tears building behind those broken barriers the mother of one had, and he slowly nodded his head. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I won't be."

"Alright," he nodded. "I'm just going to go and make sure the kids are alright before I come back, ok? Then we can go to bed."

Emily shared somewhat of a smile with the older man, letting him walk out of their shared room and down the hall before bursting into tears once more.