“I kissed you…oh God, I kissed you,” she said, rubbing her face.
“That you did.”I chuckled.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.I’m not even over him.If I think about it, I don’t think I ever even got over you, and now I’ve kissed you.”
She kicked off one shoe and went to take off the other when she stepped on her other shoe, almost falling.I quickly grabbed her before she fell over.
“Whoa there, baby girl.Be careful.”
She looked up at me, bringing her hands to my cheeks.She ran her thumb over my bottom lip.
“You know what?”she whispered.
“What?”
“I enjoyed kissing you more than I ever enjoyed kissing him, and you barely even kissed me back.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded and bit her bottom lip.
She was right, I’d kissed her back, but barely, and it wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but because we were in a room full of cameras.
“Come on, take your other shoe off.”
“Trying to get me out of my clothes, are you?”She giggled.
Again, I chuckled.This was so far from the Emma I’d spent the last week with.This was the real one, right here.
“If I wanted you out of your clothes, you’d be out of them,” I whispered.“Now take your shoe off.”
“Yes, sir.”She giggled again, slipping her other foot out of her shoe.
I held onto her and carefully walked her over to the edge of the bed and sat her down.
“Now, I’m going to go get changed.While I’m in the bathroom, can I trust you to change out of your clothes?”
She looked up at me, ran her hand over mine, and nodded her head.“Will you kiss me good night?I’ll only do it if you kiss me good night,” she said, crossing her arms and looking up at me mischievously.
I let out the breath I was holding.“Fine, yes, I’ll kiss you good night.Now, get changed.”I grabbed my boxers and went to go to the bathroom when I felt her hand grab the belt loop of my jeans.
“Not so fast.God, I love your ass…” She giggled and then hiccupped.“Hand me my stuff,” she said, pointing to the top drawer.
I couldn’t help but laugh, while I opened the drawer and looked inside.
“White tank top and gray boy shorts on top of the pile,” she said, hiccupping again.
I handed them to her and left her to get changed.When I came out of the bathroom, I expected to find her already changed, but she lay on the bed, passed out, with the tank top on, but she was still in her jeans.
I made my way over to the bed, unsure what to do, but I also knew what it felt like to sleep in jeans, and hers were way tighter than mine.There was no way she’d be comfortable.
I carefully undid her belt, followed by the button on her jeans, and unzipped them, then I slid my one arm under her legs and in one swift motion, lifted her up and slid them off her.When I glanced back up, I noticed she was asleep, so I placed her shorts on the dresser.Then I carefully picked her legs up and turned her, so her head was resting on the pillow and her legs were on the bed, then I sat down on the bed beside her and studied her face.
I should have gone to her when I’d gone to visit my mom, but soon she too moved to Boston.Perhaps had I done that, we’d have caught on to what my Dad had done and we’d have stayed together.God, I felt like kicking myself now.
She let out a tiny whimper, and I reached over and brushed her hair from her face.This was the Emma I knew, the Emma I’d fallen in love with all those years ago.I hoped it wasn’t too late for us.
I was just about to get up and make my way to the other side of the bed, when she raised her left arm over her head and stretched out, causing her tank top to raise a little.It was then I caught sight of the top of what appeared to be a tattoo on the front of her hip.
