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"How about we take things slow?"I gather our dishes and pile them in the sink. My anxiety peaks. I want her so bad. To ravish her right here on the kitchen table.
Easy, Knox. You decided on slow.
"I don't know, Knox. I'm not sure I'm ready for anything right now." Emma stands from the table and moves to the living room.
I follow her as I watch her hug herself, her hands rubbing along her arms. She moves around the living room as if she's unsure of what to do.
I watch her, wanting more than anything to take her in my arms and forget everything.
Why can't it be simple? Simple, easy love? The way it should be?
Not realizing what I'm doing, I move towards her and catch her waist, pulling her flush against me. She gasps, her face flushing red. I press her head to my chest and breath in her scent. The scent I've missed so much...
My cock twitches as I run my hands up and down her back, and I feel her shiver.
And, then there's cold where there was just warmth.
Emma pushes away. "I can't think wrapped in your arms."
My hands drop to my side in defeat. My shoulders sag and the familiar sadness that's followed me around returns. Its disappearance was brief yet blissful.
"Knox... I just... I need time." Emma sits down on the couch as she buries her hands in between her legs. She looks up at me with sad, tired eyes. I yearn to reach out and comfort her.
She needs space.
She deserves space.
As much as I want to try to work it out, I'll respect her. I'll grant her wish.
I kneel down in front of her and pull her hands into my own.
I don't want to leave... I can't...
I blow out a breath, my heart sinking in my chest. I lean in and press my lips to her cheek before I whisper, "Okay, Em, take all the time you need."
* * *
I haven't movedsince Knox left. My brain is overloaded.
My doorbell rings and I jump. Who could that be?
I make my way to the door and look through the peephole.
My mother.
Panic rushes through me.
Now, she finally shows up here? Is she going to be mean? Or understanding?
My nerves pick up speed and my breathing becomes erratic.
Relax, Em. Get this over with.
My doorbell rings again. "Open up, Emma! I know you're in there!"
I take a deep breath and swing the door open, my mother's mouth is drawn into a tight line.
"Well, are you going to let me in?"
