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“Did you want to talk?”
“No, just hold me.”
He chest moves with his chuckle. “Wasn't planning to let go.”
The pounding in my head gets worse, so I move way enough to massage my temples. Emerson frowns.
“Do you want me to get you something for your headache?” he asks.
“I've already taken something.”
He grabs my wrists, removing my hands, and begins to massage for me. I moan because oh, my God. His hands are magic and so much better than my own. I ignore his chuckle, closing my eyes to enjoy how it feels instead. “Tell me about your day. How's Catherine doing?”
I told him yesterday about what happened. “I texted Parker to come over and left them to fix things. She wants him so much, but she wasn't willing to doing anything about it. I sped things up for her. Hopefully, they'll make up. I can't handle any more ice cream.”
He laughs. “And what about your day?”
“Work, class, and studying. When I told Catherine I was leaving, I told her I needed someone to cuddle with. Aren't you glad I chose you to be that someone?”
“It's the best thing to happen to me all day. Does your head feel better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Emerson wraps his arms around me and I cuddle closer. “How was your day?”
“Similar to yours.” His blinks are coming in longer intervals and I know he's getting closer to falling asleep.
“How come you never have bad days?” I ask, realizing he's never really said he's had a bad day except the one day when I did too.
?
?I do,” he reassures me, never opening his eyes. “But then I see you, and it all goes away.”
Aw. “Good answer. Good night, Emerson,” I whisper with a smile.
“Night.”
He holds me throughout the night, giving me what I needed. He can make a semi-bad day better and that's worth so much. It's times like these when it's impossible to doubt us. We feel too perfect, make everything better, and undoubtedly have a strong connection. Maybe it is too soon, but this, how it feels to be with him right now, I want for the rest of my life. I sigh happily and close my eyes.
“Eva, it's so good to see you again!” Mrs. Montgomery hugs me tightly before turning to Emerson. “I've missed you,” she says to him, hugging him as well.
“Missed you too, Mom. Where's Dad?”
“I sent him to the grocery store. Let's have a seat.”
We follow her into the den where she sits on a love seat as Emerson and I take the couch. His mom showers us with questions about school, work, and our relationship. There's a small touch of disappointment in me as she makes it clear that she doesn't know a lot about me. I would have thought Emerson would have shared more whenever he talks to her.
When Mr. Montgomery arrives, Emerson leaves us to help him bring in the bags of food. His mother leans forward, causing me to do the same. Her voice is soft as she speaks and it's like she's sharing a secret with me.
“I'm sorry to pepper you with so many questions, but Emerson doesn't call often, so I'm out of the loop.”
I feel bad for being relieved. It's not that he doesn't talk about me; it's that he doesn't talk to his mother. His mother is so wonderful, so nice and sweet, often reminding me of my own mother. Why doesn't he call her? If he has time for me, he has time to talk to his mother for ten minutes.
“I'll start nagging him about it,” I say with a wink.
The smile she gives me is full of gratefulness. “Thank you, Eva.” She pauses for a moment. “I've seen my son very happy before, but never this happy. When Emerson loves, he loves with everything he has. He's already had his heart broken once before and his whole world was tilted for a while because of it. You're good for him,” she says with certainty. “So, please, don't break his heart.”
I'm so caught off guard that I don't get a chance to reply before she stands to join the men in the kitchen. No one has ever told me not to break a guy's heart before, and certainly not his mother.
“Everything okay, Eva?”
