music. Emily enjoyed dancing. She couldn’t do it particularly well, but she just moved her arms around and made it look like she had some sort of rhythm. Sasha was a “bouncer.” She just hopped up and down to the tempo. They had danced and enjoyed themselves for quite awhile when Sasha grabbed her arm. “Oh my god! Is Derek making out with Lisa Wellings! You have got to be kidding me! That ass told me to meet him here tonight!” Emily strained to look in the direction Sasha indicated. “I don’t see anything Sasha. Don’t get yourself all worked up.” Emily sought to placate her friend. Sasha wasn’t one to back down from a scene.
Sasha moved away from Emily to have a closer look, leaving her alone. “Sasha!” Emily yelled. Sasha, of course didn’t hear her, she was a woman on a mission. Within a few minutes, Emily had completely lost sight of her. ‘Great.” She thought to herself. It would take her forever to find Sasha again in this crowd. Though she supposed she could find her when the yelling started. Yeah, she didn’t want to be around when that happened. She knew Sasha could take care of herself.
She tried to make her way outside when she felt hands around her waist. She instantly tensed up. Emily was not a “touchy” kind of person. Years of unhappy experience had helped her develop a pretty large amount of personal space. She turned around quickly, her fists clenched, prepared to punch someone in the nose, or knee them in the groin if she had to. Jeremy took a hasty step back when he saw her expression. “Sorry Em. Hands off, I swear!”
Emily relaxed, though she still felt annoyed. He smiled at her tentatively, clearly wondering how severely he had just screwed up. “It’s okay Jeremy. You startled me that’s all. Watch out though, next time you do that, you’ll get decked.” Emily joked. Jeremy put his fists up and pretended to bob and weave. “I don’t know. I think I could take ya.” Emily laughed. “Jeremy, one thing you can’t pass for is a boxer. You look like a complete dork.” Jeremy lifted his hands in acceptance. “So true. I’m more of a lover than a fighter anyway.” He schmoozed at her. Emily rolled her eyes. “Give me a break.” They smiled at each other. Emily was happy to feel the easiness in their exchange.
“It’s really loud in here, do you want to go get something to drink?” Jeremy asked. Emily hesitated. She hated to leave Sasha alone. Emily wondered if she had flattened Lisa already. Jeremy, seemed pretty eager for her to come with him and she couldn’t help but wonder what his motives were. She felt bad for thinking it, but she thought it none the less. Jeremy, sensing her thoughts, took a step back. “Seriously Emily, it’s just a drink. I won’t ask you to marry me. Promise.” It was the first time Jeremy had made light of his feelings for her. Emily found that she wanted to go with him. More than anything she wanted to get away from the throbbing music.
“I should let Sasha know where I’ve gone.” Emily looked around the party. Bodies were packed together like sardines. There was no way she would find Sasha in here. “I’m sure she’ll come look for you eventually.” “Hopefully she hasn’t caved in Lisa Welling's face.” Emily countered. Jeremy chuckled. “Chick fight. Hmm. Maybe we should stay.” He pretended to go back into the party. Emily grabbed his hand. “Ugg, Jeremy. Stop playing male. It’s not a good look for you.”
Jeremy squeezed her hand and continued to hold it. Emily, against her better judgment, didn’t pull away. They skirted the side of the in ground pool, covered for winter. The house was lit up. Emily could see people mingling in and out of the rooms. “How trashed do you think your place will be when this is all said and done?” Emily asked as they walked through the kitchen door.
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Sasha moved away from Emily to have a closer look, leaving her alone. “Sasha!” Emily yelled. Sasha, of course didn’t hear her, she was a woman on a mission. Within a few minutes, Emily had completely lost sight of her. ‘Great.” She thought to herself. It would take her forever to find Sasha again in this crowd. Though she supposed she could find her when the yelling started. Yeah, she didn’t want to be around when that happened. She knew Sasha could take care of herself.
She tried to make her way outside when she felt hands around her waist. She instantly tensed up. Emily was not a “touchy” kind of person. Years of unhappy experience had helped her develop a pretty large amount of personal space. She turned around quickly, her fists clenched, prepared to punch someone in the nose, or knee them in the groin if she had to. Jeremy took a hasty step back when he saw her expression. “Sorry Em. Hands off, I swear!”
Emily relaxed, though she still felt annoyed. He smiled at her tentatively, clearly wondering how severely he had just screwed up. “It’s okay Jeremy. You startled me that’s all. Watch out though, next time you do that, you’ll get decked.” Emily joked. Jeremy put his fists up and pretended to bob and weave. “I don’t know. I think I could take ya.” Emily laughed. “Jeremy, one thing you can’t pass for is a boxer. You look like a complete dork.” Jeremy lifted his hands in acceptance. “So true. I’m more of a lover than a fighter anyway.” He schmoozed at her. Emily rolled her eyes. “Give me a break.” They smiled at each other. Emily was happy to feel the easiness in their exchange.
“It’s really loud in here, do you want to go get something to drink?” Jeremy asked. Emily hesitated. She hated to leave Sasha alone. Emily wondered if she had flattened Lisa already. Jeremy, seemed pretty eager for her to come with him and she couldn’t help but wonder what his motives were. She felt bad for thinking it, but she thought it none the less. Jeremy, sensing her thoughts, took a step back. “Seriously Emily, it’s just a drink. I won’t ask you to marry me. Promise.” It was the first time Jeremy had made light of his feelings for her. Emily found that she wanted to go with him. More than anything she wanted to get away from the throbbing music.
“I should let Sasha know where I’ve gone.” Emily looked around the party. Bodies were packed together like sardines. There was no way she would find Sasha in here. “I’m sure she’ll come look for you eventually.” “Hopefully she hasn’t caved in Lisa Welling's face.” Emily countered. Jeremy chuckled. “Chick fight. Hmm. Maybe we should stay.” He pretended to go back into the party. Emily grabbed his hand. “Ugg, Jeremy. Stop playing male. It’s not a good look for you.”
Jeremy squeezed her hand and continued to hold it. Emily, against her better judgment, didn’t pull away. They skirted the side of the in ground pool, covered for winter. The house was lit up. Emily could see people mingling in and out of the rooms. “How trashed do you think your place will be when this is all said and done?” Emily asked as they walked through the kitchen door.
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