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“Eva?”
I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of Emerson's voice. Glancing down at my empty plate, I realize I
daydreamed right through our meal. “You say something?” I ask.
“Yeah. I asked how you liked it. Everything okay? You've been quiet.”
“It was delicious, obviously.” I point to my plate and he smiles. “I'm fine,” I add. “Just got lost in my thoughts.” The roaring sound of thunder makes me jump and Emerson tilts his head at me.
“Must have been consuming thoughts. It's been thundering like that since we sat down.”
“Really?”
He nods. The lightning follows soon after and I frown. I really hate storms, but at least I'm with Emerson. The storm sounds worse than this morning. We're putting away our plates when the lights go out. Oh God. His apartment is pitch black. Before I can panic and speak, Emerson's fingers are interlocking with mine.
“I'm sure it'll come back on in a second,” he tells me.
Five seconds go by. No lights. I gulp. “Do you have candles or flashlights?”
If Emerson wasn't holding my hand, I'd think I was speaking to myself for the silence he gives me for a few pounding heartbeats. “I always meant to buy some,” he finally says.
“Damn procrastinator,” I mumble.
“Hold on.” A second later, we have some light. He turned on the flashlight on his cell phone. Emerson leads us to his bedroom, pulling me into bed with him before turning the flashlight off. “Pretend it's night time and we're about to go bed. Problem solved.”
I laugh, turning on my side like I know he is. “That would be easier if I knew I could turn on the lights if I wanted.”
His hand rests on my hip and he presses his forehead against mine. “Are you scared of the dark, Eva?”
“If the lights were on, you'd see me glaring at you.” He chuckles. “Only when there's a storm,” I answer.
His hand slips underneath my t-shirt. My stomach tenses as his knuckles drag against my side and over my stomach. His touch is such a heady sensation. When he presses his mouth to mine, I get lost in him. He tastes a bit like the beer we had with our dinner. I allow Emerson to take control, to draw me in and make me crave him.
It's not until we're naked and he's settled between my legs that it hits me. “Oh my God, you're using sex to distract me,” I blurt out, hearing another rumble of thunder as I think clearly for a moment.
His chuckle makes me smile even though he can't see me. “Is that a problem?” he asks, his lips brushing over mine.
“No,” I breathe.
“Good answer.”
He slides inside me and steals all of my focus. The lights come back on, but I barely notice. I'm starting to think thunderstorms may not be so bad after all. Well, as long as Emerson is with me. If I'm being honest with myself, I want him with me forever and not just through the storms.
THE REST OF the week seems to pass uneventfully. I work, do homework, and spend time with the guys on Sunday. Glen has stayed to help me clean up the empty pizza boxes and beer bottles. We're talking about next week's match up when my phone rings. It's sitting on the kitchen counter and we both can see the number pop up.
To Glen, it's just a random number on the screen, but since I had it memorized, I know it's Kelly calling.
I ignore it and tie up the trash bag.
“You aren't going to get that?” Glen asks.
“Nope.” It beeps, notifying me that she left a voicemail, which I'm going to delete. There's only a small temptation to listen to it. Otherwise, I don't want to know what she has to say. All it's going to do is make me feel guilty knowing it would make Eva upset if I did. Kelly isn't going to be upfront and honest with me anyway. She irritated me for most of our last phone call and all I wanted was to crawl back into bed with Eva. Glen is looking at me with curious eyes and I sigh. “What?”
“Who was it?”
“Kelly.” His brows rise and it pisses me off. “I'm dating your cousin, remember?” I throw back his words. “There should only be one girl in the entire picture, remember? Don't seem so surprised that Eva's my girl in the picture.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”
