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world. And I looked way better than the first time every time we went out. Presentable, I may add. And slowly I started to avoid my usual “accidents” that happen around him.
So I couldn’t complain at all.
I had no reason to think about Matt now, because after all he was someone I’d spent a few weeks with, and it was useless to wonder about “what if?”
That wasn’t important. Now I lived in Los Angeles, studied at UCLA, and had amazing friends and the past was just that, past.
Chapter 8
Private Emotions
~*~ E mma W est ~*~
I looked into his deep, blue eyes, feeling my heart skip a beat as he smiled, so confident, and sweet, wrapping his hands around me while his lips met mine. It was the best sensation in the world, feeling how his hands slowly caressed my back, and his mouth was on mine, being as close as we could be. I managed to get on top of him, and he smirked but I decided to ignore that, while I felt the hairs of the back of my neck stand up in the moment his hot lips touched my neck. I moaned and Matt kissed me yet again. I was holding him so tightly, as if I let go of him, I would lose him. And I didn’t want that. No. I wanted Matt. Badly.
“Gosh, Emma, I missed you so…” he whispered, looking at me.
“I know,” I cut him, smiling shyly, and biting my lip.
I have never thought I could feel something like this. It was so strong and I felt myself melting in his strong arms, as he kissed me once more. I don’t want this moment to end.
My breath increased as he deepened our kiss, and I forgot completely about anything else, the only thing I could feel were Matt’s lips on mine, knowing that’s the only thing I needed, as he gently let me on the bed.
“Hey!” I felt the bed moving next to me, and my heart was still beating faster than normal as I reached out my hand to find Matt… What?! “Emma, wake up!”
I slowly opened my eyes, then shut them again when noticed the annoying light.
“C’mon, Emma, I have something to tell you!” Oh, someone was jumping on my bed…
Then it all made sense. I opened my eyes and looked around the room.
Matt?! I just had a… dream about Matt? Kissing… Matt? No! That can’t be. I jumped out of bed, Gabrielle yelling at me while I got out the room, heading towards the bathroom. I turned on the water and I bended over the sink, running my hand through my hair.
I was still trembling like crazy and I hated myself for that.
How could I dream about Matt? I haven’t even been thinking about him lately. It’s been almost six months since I last saw him, so why should I think about him now? Or better said, dream about him?
C’mon, Emma, get a grip, it was a dream. Just that, a dream!
What I hated the most was the fact that I seemed to enjoy this. Kissing Matt, in my dream. Because was just a dream. Matt lives in Connecticut, and I’m in freaking Los Angeles! I mean, I love it here! I have Monica, and Gabrielle, and all our friends and… oh, Morgan! I can’t believe it!
After calming down, about 15 minutes later, I took a shower, and headed out to find Gabrielle with a magazine on her lap, looking at me with an angry face.
“Hey, I’m… sorry I acted like that, I…”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter,” Gabrielle cut me off harshly. “Where is Monica?”
“I have no idea…” I started, just when the door opened, and a fresh Monica in sports outfit walked in.
“Gosh, I hate how Ben always lets me win!” she complained, throwing away her tennis racket. “He’s terrible, he doesn’t suck at it! Oh hey, Gaby!”
“Finally, you’re here!” she rolled her eyes. “Okay, so I have this huge news!”
“Bring it out,” I said, not truly curious about it. I can’t believe I dreamt about Matt!
“I have to tell you who I met yesterday in the club!” she said, showing the cover of the latest Okay! Magazine.
And there she was, in her strapless, blue dress, looking incredibly sexy and better than most celebrities nowadays.
So I couldn’t complain at all.
I had no reason to think about Matt now, because after all he was someone I’d spent a few weeks with, and it was useless to wonder about “what if?”
That wasn’t important. Now I lived in Los Angeles, studied at UCLA, and had amazing friends and the past was just that, past.
Chapter 8
Private Emotions
~*~ E mma W est ~*~
I looked into his deep, blue eyes, feeling my heart skip a beat as he smiled, so confident, and sweet, wrapping his hands around me while his lips met mine. It was the best sensation in the world, feeling how his hands slowly caressed my back, and his mouth was on mine, being as close as we could be. I managed to get on top of him, and he smirked but I decided to ignore that, while I felt the hairs of the back of my neck stand up in the moment his hot lips touched my neck. I moaned and Matt kissed me yet again. I was holding him so tightly, as if I let go of him, I would lose him. And I didn’t want that. No. I wanted Matt. Badly.
“Gosh, Emma, I missed you so…” he whispered, looking at me.
“I know,” I cut him, smiling shyly, and biting my lip.
I have never thought I could feel something like this. It was so strong and I felt myself melting in his strong arms, as he kissed me once more. I don’t want this moment to end.
My breath increased as he deepened our kiss, and I forgot completely about anything else, the only thing I could feel were Matt’s lips on mine, knowing that’s the only thing I needed, as he gently let me on the bed.
“Hey!” I felt the bed moving next to me, and my heart was still beating faster than normal as I reached out my hand to find Matt… What?! “Emma, wake up!”
I slowly opened my eyes, then shut them again when noticed the annoying light.
“C’mon, Emma, I have something to tell you!” Oh, someone was jumping on my bed…
Then it all made sense. I opened my eyes and looked around the room.
Matt?! I just had a… dream about Matt? Kissing… Matt? No! That can’t be. I jumped out of bed, Gabrielle yelling at me while I got out the room, heading towards the bathroom. I turned on the water and I bended over the sink, running my hand through my hair.
I was still trembling like crazy and I hated myself for that.
How could I dream about Matt? I haven’t even been thinking about him lately. It’s been almost six months since I last saw him, so why should I think about him now? Or better said, dream about him?
C’mon, Emma, get a grip, it was a dream. Just that, a dream!
What I hated the most was the fact that I seemed to enjoy this. Kissing Matt, in my dream. Because was just a dream. Matt lives in Connecticut, and I’m in freaking Los Angeles! I mean, I love it here! I have Monica, and Gabrielle, and all our friends and… oh, Morgan! I can’t believe it!
After calming down, about 15 minutes later, I took a shower, and headed out to find Gabrielle with a magazine on her lap, looking at me with an angry face.
“Hey, I’m… sorry I acted like that, I…”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter,” Gabrielle cut me off harshly. “Where is Monica?”
“I have no idea…” I started, just when the door opened, and a fresh Monica in sports outfit walked in.
“Gosh, I hate how Ben always lets me win!” she complained, throwing away her tennis racket. “He’s terrible, he doesn’t suck at it! Oh hey, Gaby!”
“Finally, you’re here!” she rolled her eyes. “Okay, so I have this huge news!”
“Bring it out,” I said, not truly curious about it. I can’t believe I dreamt about Matt!
“I have to tell you who I met yesterday in the club!” she said, showing the cover of the latest Okay! Magazine.
And there she was, in her strapless, blue dress, looking incredibly sexy and better than most celebrities nowadays.
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