#mjj

Extract

"Love, I'm actually worried about this," he said in a low murmur. "I know I'm— Difficult about this myself, sometimes, but we're a team, yes? I thought it was implied that we'd solve this mess with the label together." "Yes, I know, but—" I sighed, placing my arms around his neck, trying to cling to him a tad more. "But, what?" Michael urged, desperate. "I don't know," I shook my head a little, suddenly feeling ashamed of my own thoughts. "I guess I'm scared of not finding a solution in time." "We can work on that, then," Michael stated, resolute, but still sounding anxious. "We can start now." "No. No, Michael," I retorted, frowning a tad. "You're on a break, and I truly want to focus on the wedding." "But that is exactly what I'm trying to say," he let out with growing desperation, a crease marring his brow. "You should be on a break, too. From everything. You've been working for an entire year without a single pause, just as much as I have."