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invincible.
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Chapter Five
Emma~
I’v e never felt something like this. For the longest time it felt like something was building deep inside me, building up to torture me, and then the sweetest release came.
And now I can’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. He’s bloody perfect. Fancy that. The one bloke I run into and I offer myself up not once, not twice , but three times, and he says no. But then, I have to be honest - it wasn’t a ‘no’ as in ‘Bloody Hell No.’ He made it all sweet, saying it has to be special. The only problem with that is - I don’t believe in special.
Again, I’ve read books and I’ve watched movies and normally the men start pulling back seconds after. There was no after for him, so he should really be pulling back by now. It’s been close to ten minutes, and all he did was wrap his arms around me and hold me. And he’s still holding me.
Don’t get me wr ong, I’m not complaining. He’s holding me. I’m not sloshed. I didn’t force myself on him … this time. Pretty sure he came onto me in the kitchen.
It’s ten minutes later.
And we’re lying on his bed.
Naked.
No one has ever held me before … just because, or just for just.
I swallow hard at the lump in my throat. The more I swallow, the more it bounces back, welling over into my eyes.
Aw, bugger, I’m gonna be leaking like a hormonal teenager. Now is not the time to cry just because he’s holding me. It seems I don’t need alcohol to be a disaster, it comes naturally. I can’t be with a guy without getting all emotional.
I sniff and duck my head lower. To my embarrassment , he moves back. Taking hold of my chin, he nudges my face up. I’m going to be looking like a panda again.
“You okay?” he asks gently. Of course he’ll ask gently. He’s Mr. Bloody Perfect slash Greek God.
“Why are you so nice?” I sniffle even more , and wipe frustrated at my cheeks.
“You’re crying because I’m nice?” he asks confused.
“No … yes. Both. You’re holding me. You’ve been so … nice since we’ve met. People aren’t supposed to be nice.” I think I’ve just managed to confuse him even more.
He wipes my cheeks with his palms, making me melt some more.
“See … nice. You don’t even run from a blotching woman.” I try to bring my point across again.
He smiles. “So you have emotions. You think I’m nice, not exactly what I was aiming for. Was going more for great , but I’ll work on that.”
“You’re great,” I say to appease him. “Just bloody great. Tell me an awful secret. Tell me you go cow tipping at night, throw eggs at houses, anything will do right now.”
He chuckles and brushes his hand softly over my hair.
“Do you do those things?” h e asks, his voice slightly hoarse.
“No … I’m just reaching for something here. It’s better than asking if you’re involved in something drug-related, murder-related, or just plain crime-related.”
Hi s eyes roam my face, and then he presses his mouth to my forehead. (Some more melting.)
“I’ve never been on the wrong side of the law, never gone cow tipping. I have thrown eggs at a house once, when I was twelve. I couldn’t sit for a week when my mom found out,” he admits.
“Bad boy Aiden thr ows eggs. I feel so much better.”
He chuckles , and his breath warms my skin as he lays his head down next to mine.
“Where are you from, Emma?” he asks.
I’m lying naked in bed with a stranger; still I’ve never felt more at peace.
“From all over the place. I was born in Africa, but we moved to Pendoylan when I was thirteen. It’s a little village in Wales.” I don’t think giving him a bit of information can do much harm. He’s a student like me.
“So that’s why y our accent is a little different, because you’re from Africa,” he states.
“Where are you from? ” I ask one back, before he can ask more questions.
“South Carolina.” He nudges at my neck and I close my eyes. This is a
~*~
Chapter Five
Emma~
I’v e never felt something like this. For the longest time it felt like something was building deep inside me, building up to torture me, and then the sweetest release came.
And now I can’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. He’s bloody perfect. Fancy that. The one bloke I run into and I offer myself up not once, not twice , but three times, and he says no. But then, I have to be honest - it wasn’t a ‘no’ as in ‘Bloody Hell No.’ He made it all sweet, saying it has to be special. The only problem with that is - I don’t believe in special.
Again, I’ve read books and I’ve watched movies and normally the men start pulling back seconds after. There was no after for him, so he should really be pulling back by now. It’s been close to ten minutes, and all he did was wrap his arms around me and hold me. And he’s still holding me.
Don’t get me wr ong, I’m not complaining. He’s holding me. I’m not sloshed. I didn’t force myself on him … this time. Pretty sure he came onto me in the kitchen.
It’s ten minutes later.
And we’re lying on his bed.
Naked.
No one has ever held me before … just because, or just for just.
I swallow hard at the lump in my throat. The more I swallow, the more it bounces back, welling over into my eyes.
Aw, bugger, I’m gonna be leaking like a hormonal teenager. Now is not the time to cry just because he’s holding me. It seems I don’t need alcohol to be a disaster, it comes naturally. I can’t be with a guy without getting all emotional.
I sniff and duck my head lower. To my embarrassment , he moves back. Taking hold of my chin, he nudges my face up. I’m going to be looking like a panda again.
“You okay?” he asks gently. Of course he’ll ask gently. He’s Mr. Bloody Perfect slash Greek God.
“Why are you so nice?” I sniffle even more , and wipe frustrated at my cheeks.
“You’re crying because I’m nice?” he asks confused.
“No … yes. Both. You’re holding me. You’ve been so … nice since we’ve met. People aren’t supposed to be nice.” I think I’ve just managed to confuse him even more.
He wipes my cheeks with his palms, making me melt some more.
“See … nice. You don’t even run from a blotching woman.” I try to bring my point across again.
He smiles. “So you have emotions. You think I’m nice, not exactly what I was aiming for. Was going more for great , but I’ll work on that.”
“You’re great,” I say to appease him. “Just bloody great. Tell me an awful secret. Tell me you go cow tipping at night, throw eggs at houses, anything will do right now.”
He chuckles and brushes his hand softly over my hair.
“Do you do those things?” h e asks, his voice slightly hoarse.
“No … I’m just reaching for something here. It’s better than asking if you’re involved in something drug-related, murder-related, or just plain crime-related.”
Hi s eyes roam my face, and then he presses his mouth to my forehead. (Some more melting.)
“I’ve never been on the wrong side of the law, never gone cow tipping. I have thrown eggs at a house once, when I was twelve. I couldn’t sit for a week when my mom found out,” he admits.
“Bad boy Aiden thr ows eggs. I feel so much better.”
He chuckles , and his breath warms my skin as he lays his head down next to mine.
“Where are you from, Emma?” he asks.
I’m lying naked in bed with a stranger; still I’ve never felt more at peace.
“From all over the place. I was born in Africa, but we moved to Pendoylan when I was thirteen. It’s a little village in Wales.” I don’t think giving him a bit of information can do much harm. He’s a student like me.
“So that’s why y our accent is a little different, because you’re from Africa,” he states.
“Where are you from? ” I ask one back, before he can ask more questions.
“South Carolina.” He nudges at my neck and I close my eyes. This is a
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