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“So you fucking pushed me off the bed?” He sounds angry, which confuses my half-asleep brain. Emerson tosses the blankets in my general direction, nearly hitting me in the face with them. He stands and gets back into the bed while I try to fix the covers.
“You're mean when you first wake up,” I comment.
“You pushed me off the bed!” he defends.
Annoyed myself, I turn toward him a bit, cup his face with my hands, and say, “I said I was sorry, Emerson. It was an accident and I was half-asleep. Relax.”
He finally seems to focus and loses the touch of anger he had. “Sorry, Eva. That was just a rough wake up call.”
I'll probably care more about what I did in the morning, but right now, I only care about having blankets again. I turn the other way, pull the blankets up to my neck, and fall back asleep. I'm one of those people who likes to be warm and toasty when I sleep, so even the slightest chill can wake me up.
Unfortunately, I wake up again to find that he has all the blankets once more. Oh, come on! I get out of bed and shuffle my feet into the living room. There's a blanket on the back of the couch. I just want some sleep. I fall onto the couch, grab the blanket, and fall asleep once I'm warm again.
The next time I wake up, the room is brighter, the TV is on, and Emerson is sitting on the floor in front of me, leaning his back against the couch. As I shift on the couch, he glances back at me with a small smile.
“Morning, sunshine.” A grunt-like noise leaves my throat and he laughs. “Why are you sleeping in here?”
“You're a cover hog,” I grumble, turning to lie on my back.
“So instead of pushing me off the bed again, you came to sleep in here?”
I groan. Crap. I did shove him off the bed. “You shouldn't sleep along the edge, Emerson.”
He laughs. “Yet I'm mean when I first wake up.”
“Ugh, be quiet. Give me a few minutes.”
“All right,” he agrees, standing up. “Move your feet, Eva.”
I move them out of the way, so he can sit down. While I wake up, I wish I could hide under the covers. What is it with me doing stupid things in front of Emerson? Or to Emerson in this case? I sit up and rest my head on his shoulder. “I'm sorry that in a sleepy daze, I shoved you off the bed for stealing all the covers.”
Emerson laughs. “I'll forgive you this time.”
“Thanks. What time is it?”
“Eleven,” he answers.
“I better go. I need to eat and shower and all that good stuff before I go to work at one.” With a sigh, I lift my head from his shoulder. He's already dressed, looking too good in his white t-shirt and sweatpants. “You don't have to work today?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I get to stay here and do homework.”
“Lucky you.” I stand to get dressed, so I can go back to my dorm. After I change, I go into the bathroom, picking up the toothbrush Emerson bought for me. I still think it's sweet he did that. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing there's something in this barely personal apartment of his that's mine. I have a small presence here.
Suddenly, I remember one of my dreams last night, where I was waiting for Emerson to choose between Kelly and me. My shoulders sag as I finish brushing my teeth. Will it always feel like this between us? Like I'm competing with her? He hasn't talked about her much when she has come up in our conversations. I take a deep breath. I need to stop worrying about what if's and focus on what's actually happening. I can deal with the what if when it happens. If it happens.
“Want me to walk you out?” Emerson asks, standing as I return to the living room with all of my things.
“No, that's okay. Thanks again for yesterday.”
He smiles, those baby blue eyes bright; both are distracting. “I'm happy you enjoyed it.” He takes my hand, interlocking our fingers. “When do I get to see you again, Eva?”
“Already thinking about the next time?” I can't help my grin.
“Oh, yeah. I'm always thinking about the next time with you.”
“I'll check what days I work and let you know.” I lean forward to kiss him. I love kissing him, I really do. It's so easy to get lost in him and caught up in the moment. However, I do have some self-control and while I want to kiss him all day, I have to leave. After two brief kisses, I pull away. “Bye, Emerson.”
Emerson: Can I see you tonight?
