out. You love animals. You like to have the windows down in the summer with the music loud. You love surprises. It takes you a while to wake up. You're pretty much a happy go-lucky girl until some crappy things happen in your day, which shocked me actually. And last but not least, you're kind of nosey.”
“I like to think of myself as curious, thank you.”
He laughs. “You're funny, too. Hold out your hands.” I do, and he begins to wipe them as well.
I'm no longer lightheaded, but I stay put. He smells good. I mean, he smells like soap, but it's a nice smelling soap. He's right though. He knows me well. “At least one of us has the other figured out.”
It's not until the rag stops moving over my hand that I realize I said it out loud. Did I strike a chord with him? The rag moves to my other hand.
“You know me, Eva,” he says quietly, softly as if he's trying to convince us both. “Tell me what you have figured out.”
My list starts out innocently enough. “You like video games, probably the military combat type if you're like Glen. You're neat and organized. You're a cover hog and a grouch in the middle of the night.” He chuckles. “You love Smitty's.” I sit up, his eyes lift to mine, and because I'm a glutton for punishment, I finish my list with, “Your ex, Kelly? I think your break up with her still bothers you.”
Emerson stares at me. He seems surprised, but there's something else there I can't quite put my finger on. This is his chance to say something. To tell me and ease the worries he doesn't even know I have. After a moment longer, he stands, pulling me up with him. “It bothers me sometimes,” he acknowledges.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
His answer is quick. “No, it's in the past, Eva. I'd rather focus on you and the present.” He tosses the rag into the sink. I don't know if that's a soothing answer or not.
“Thanks for cleaning up my scrapes. Will you bring me my bag so I can change and get all the stickiness off me?”
“Yeah, sure.” Before he leaves, he grabs me a fresh rag and a towel. While he's gone, I grab the bar of soap and start cleaning my arms. He drops off my bag before walking back out.
I change and a few minutes later, I'm pretty much back to normal. Emerson is sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out with his ankles crossed, his head leaning back as he looks at the ceiling. I feel bad about bringing up Kelly, who he's probably thinking about right now. Instead of sitting next to him, I straddle his lap, causing him to lift his head. He arches a brow at my seat choice, but I ignore it.
“So, you were pretty eager to see me?” I rest my hand on my thighs, not wanting to appear like I'm about to seduce him. It's tempting, but not yet.
“Yeah. My day was going a lot like yours, so I thought about how often you smile and make me laugh. I didn't want to wait. Wasn't expecting to find you in the same boat.”
“You were having a bad day?” I ask skeptically.
He laughs. “Yeah. You don't believe me?”
“No. You looked too happy.”
“That's because I was happy to see you, even though I felt bad you had just fallen.” He places his hands on my ass and pulls me forward, closer, before moving them to my hips. “What time do you need to get ready for work?”
“One. What are you going to do with me until then?”
He chuckles, his hands moving up my arms until they cup my face. “I never know what do with you, Eva.”
I smile, leaning forward as my arms move around his neck. “I don't know why, but that sounds like a compliment. Thank you, and thank you for saving my crappy day.”
“You saved mine.”
I'm about to object that I couldn't have done much since I snapped at him when I first saw him, but he doesn't give me the chance. He kisses me instead. My body goes from warm to scorching hot rather quickly. Tingles shoot up my spine as our tongues collide. Why do we even talk when we could be doing this all the time? There's so much
“I like to think of myself as curious, thank you.”
He laughs. “You're funny, too. Hold out your hands.” I do, and he begins to wipe them as well.
I'm no longer lightheaded, but I stay put. He smells good. I mean, he smells like soap, but it's a nice smelling soap. He's right though. He knows me well. “At least one of us has the other figured out.”
It's not until the rag stops moving over my hand that I realize I said it out loud. Did I strike a chord with him? The rag moves to my other hand.
“You know me, Eva,” he says quietly, softly as if he's trying to convince us both. “Tell me what you have figured out.”
My list starts out innocently enough. “You like video games, probably the military combat type if you're like Glen. You're neat and organized. You're a cover hog and a grouch in the middle of the night.” He chuckles. “You love Smitty's.” I sit up, his eyes lift to mine, and because I'm a glutton for punishment, I finish my list with, “Your ex, Kelly? I think your break up with her still bothers you.”
Emerson stares at me. He seems surprised, but there's something else there I can't quite put my finger on. This is his chance to say something. To tell me and ease the worries he doesn't even know I have. After a moment longer, he stands, pulling me up with him. “It bothers me sometimes,” he acknowledges.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
His answer is quick. “No, it's in the past, Eva. I'd rather focus on you and the present.” He tosses the rag into the sink. I don't know if that's a soothing answer or not.
“Thanks for cleaning up my scrapes. Will you bring me my bag so I can change and get all the stickiness off me?”
“Yeah, sure.” Before he leaves, he grabs me a fresh rag and a towel. While he's gone, I grab the bar of soap and start cleaning my arms. He drops off my bag before walking back out.
I change and a few minutes later, I'm pretty much back to normal. Emerson is sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out with his ankles crossed, his head leaning back as he looks at the ceiling. I feel bad about bringing up Kelly, who he's probably thinking about right now. Instead of sitting next to him, I straddle his lap, causing him to lift his head. He arches a brow at my seat choice, but I ignore it.
“So, you were pretty eager to see me?” I rest my hand on my thighs, not wanting to appear like I'm about to seduce him. It's tempting, but not yet.
“Yeah. My day was going a lot like yours, so I thought about how often you smile and make me laugh. I didn't want to wait. Wasn't expecting to find you in the same boat.”
“You were having a bad day?” I ask skeptically.
He laughs. “Yeah. You don't believe me?”
“No. You looked too happy.”
“That's because I was happy to see you, even though I felt bad you had just fallen.” He places his hands on my ass and pulls me forward, closer, before moving them to my hips. “What time do you need to get ready for work?”
“One. What are you going to do with me until then?”
He chuckles, his hands moving up my arms until they cup my face. “I never know what do with you, Eva.”
I smile, leaning forward as my arms move around his neck. “I don't know why, but that sounds like a compliment. Thank you, and thank you for saving my crappy day.”
“You saved mine.”
I'm about to object that I couldn't have done much since I snapped at him when I first saw him, but he doesn't give me the chance. He kisses me instead. My body goes from warm to scorching hot rather quickly. Tingles shoot up my spine as our tongues collide. Why do we even talk when we could be doing this all the time? There's so much
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