Time usually goes slower when you're anticipating something.

That wasn't the case this time.

In a matter of a few days, Tris's final fear landscape examination is about to take place, and I didn't even have time to prepare her.

I stand in this massive room watching her walk up to the chair in silence, and urge myself not to run up there and give her last minute tips.

She lays down on the chair, and I am reminded of how she laid on me when we went into my fear landscape yesterday.  Thrills run through me.

Jeanine tells her what they're going to be monitoring, and then she'd under, and I can just stand and watch the screens tell me what's going through her head.

The first few fly by quickly.  We've rehearsed this multiple times: Do the Dauntless thing, not the Divergent thing.

It is the 6th one that catches me off guard.

I am used to seeing the normal faceless guy trying to take advantage of her in her intimacy fear, but this time the faceless man changes.

Now the faceless man is me.

I immediately curse myself for all of the things we did together.  Surely that played a part in this.