Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree had always seen Andrew as her beacon, the light that found her in that dark wine cellar where their paths first crossed. But maybe that light was just her own feelings reflecting back at her. Now, that light had faded, and their love had withered.

What she hadn't realized was that she, too, could be someone else's guiding light.

Growing up in the Clements family, Aubree always felt like the odd one out, the unwanted child. She clung to Andrew with everything she had, hoping to find her place.

But Andrew didn't need her, and in her desperation, she set aside her pride to stay by his side for far too long.

Now, standing in front of Matthew, she was at a loss for words.

The recent whirlwind of emotions left her reeling.

Matthew looked down, his lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks. "After I got rescued, something clicked for me. I'd stare at the clock on the wall, willing it to move faster, just so I could grow up and be with you."

"When I was fourteen, I tried to approach you, but you were always by Andrew's side, looking at him with such intensity. I knew I didn't stand a chance. So, I went to the American prairies, hoping the freedom and wildness would help me forget."

I heard you and Andrew were having problems, I wanted to rush to you. But I was only seventeen, still a kid. I knew confessing then would ruin any chance of even being

why am I always a step behind?" Matthew's voice broke, his eyes glistening with unshed

sharp pang in her chest-a feeling she'd only ever associated with Andrew. But now, it was

couldn't find the words. Instead, she got

it a shot,"

then his face lit up like a sky full

"Really?"

Aubree nodded firmly. "Really."

was eye-opening, not just because of the physical connection, but because he made her feel needed and cherished, something she never experienced

Overcome with emotion, Matthew

and kissed her deeply. After a while, he scooped her up and carried her to

the clock, she gently pushed him away, breathless. If we keep this up, I'll be late. Mr.

marks, please," she added

of frustration and yearning. He was visibly holding back, a sheen of sweat on his