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“You read my mind,” he grins.
While he calls to place our order, I disappear into the bathroom to clean up, grabbing my underwear and his t-shirt on the way since it'll cover me up more than mine would. When I return, he leaves to do the same.
“Are you nervous about meeting my entire family?” I ask, snuggling against him once he's laid down again.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “I'm nervous enough to want to back out, but I like you and do want to meet them, so I'm sucking it up.”
“At least you got a heads up,” I point out. “You didn't tell me until we were already on the way that I would be meeting your parents. And I didn't get a heads up at all when it came to your uncle.”
“Yeah, but you're amazing and we were still new.”
“You don't need to worry, Emerson. My family is great and so are you. You're two for two already between Glen and me. You'll be a hit,” I reassure.
“You're probably right.”
I laugh. “I was starting to miss those words. It's been a while since you've told me I was right.”
“You're always right, Eva.”
When I lift my head, he's smirking. Before I can respond, there's a loud knock coming from the door. Emerson hops out of bed, thankfully already wearing his sweatpants. I can hear him talking and then a few minutes later, he walks in with his arms loaded down with pizza boxes and two cans of Pepsi stacked on top.
“Dinner is served,” Emerson says, placing the food on the bed.
“I feel so honored to eat pizza in bed.”
“You should.”
He takes a seat next to me, both of us sitting with our legs crisscrossed. He sets the cans on the nightstand, which is on his side of the bed. He hands me the boxes of cinnamon sticks and bread. Then, he opens the pizza box and places them in the top half, opening those.
“Dig in, Miss Starving.”
I smile and pick up my first slice. It was just what I wanted, a little slice of delicious heaven to fill me up. We eat quietly with Emerson passing me my drink every so often. Today has been perfect, simply perfect in every way, from the shopping to the sex to the pizza. I'm hoping our perfectness carries over to tomorrow.
“Are the guys bummed about not being able to come over tomorrow?” I ask, finally finding energy again.
“Not really. It happens every now and then anyway. How do you think the trip will be with Glen?”
“Worse than if it was only you and me. Have you ever ridden with him before?” I don't wait for him to answer. “He's a control freak. He controls the AC, the radio, and I'm surprised he doesn't try to control the conversation. He's a good driver though.”
Emerson laughs. “Are you sure he just doesn't like when someone else gets in his vehicle and starts messing with stuff?” He gives me a pointed look and I roll my eyes.
“Like I said, he's a control freak.” I glance down at our food. There are two slices of pizza left with half of the sides gone. “We're pigs,” I comment.
“We earned the right.” He looks thoughtful for a moment, but then he says, “Seeing you chow down on half a pizza all by yourself is a turn on.”
My jaw drops. “I didn't eat half the pizza!” Right? I've been so busy stuffing myself, I'm not sure, so maybe I did. Then I realize what else he said. “Me eating is turning you on?” I ask, tilting my head and raising a brow. Surely not.
“You're always turning me on,” he shrugs, closing up the boxes. “We should get ready for bed since it'll take me forever to wake you up in the morning.”
Just like that, he walks away. Huffing, I go to his bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Emerson joins me after a minute or so.
“Since you're not going to fulfill the standard fantasy of wearing a sports jersey, I'm glad you're doing the wearing my t-shirt one.”
“You're welcome,” I say with a smile as I brush past him on my way. While it's been a good day, it's also been a long day. I'm nearly asleep before Emerson makes it to bed when his phone rings on the nightstand. I keep my eyes closed and hear him walk into the room.
My stomach drops when he answers quietly, “Hey, Kelly,” and proceeds to leave the room to talk to her. She's calling again? God, I don't like this at all, but I also know I'm not going to tell Emerson that. I want her to give him closure and let him go already. Hopefully, I can stay quiet until that happens.
THE MIXTURE OF guilt and happiness I feel when I see that number on my cell phone is overwhelming. At least the ringing didn't wake Eva up. She fell asleep quickly tonight. I kick back on the couch with the phone pressed to my ear.
