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Then he carefully leans in toward me and tilts my chin up, bringing our lips impossibly close but not yet touching. I can feel his breath on my lips. Smell his minty toothpaste.
“Aubrey,” he says, his tone making my name sound like a question.
I answer by closing the gap between our lips, letting my lips press delicately against his. It’s all very hesitant at first. Our lips are barely pressed together. There’s no movement, no one’s trying to deepen the kiss. But the feel of his full lips pressed against mine sends shockwaves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My entire body tingles with the slight pressure.
Slowly but deliberately, Emmett moves a hand to the back of my neck. His fingers tangle in my hair as they graze my sensitive skin. An involuntary noise comes from somewhere deep within me when I feel Emmett’s lips part and his tongue deliciously grazes my lips which are still puckered together. The noise I made, which I think sounded embarrassingly like a moan, must have encouraged him and the grip on the back of my neck gets tighter as he presses our bodies together. We’re as close as we can possibly be.
Once again, I feel his lips part and his tongue expertly glides across my closed lips once more. When he does it for the third time, I let my instincts take over and part my lips. His tongue leisurely passes my parted lips and when our tongues meet, they gently intertwine and perform a sensual dance to a song that neither of us can hear.
A few moments later, Emmett’s tongue retreats and I instantly miss the sensation. But when he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and I feel the hard graze of his teeth, I let out a yelp.
“Oh my God, Aubrey, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry,” Emmett says, pulling back and searching my eyes.
I find it hard to look him in the eyes and let my lashes fall.
“No. You uh–surprised me,” I admit.
Emmett pulls my gaze up to his and I find him staring at me with a handsome smirk on his face. He leans forward casually and I let my eyes close as he softly presses his lips to mine briefly once more. When he breaks the kiss, he wraps his arms around me tightly and lets our foreheads rest against each other. I breathe in his scent deeply. The scent of the man who gave me my first kiss. A first kiss that was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. One that I didn’t know until now, I needed so badly.
Emmett and I spent another hour lying on the soft blanket on the floor of the water tower. Him on his back, my head on his chest that is getting more muscular each week, our legs intertwined. He carefully runs his fingers through my hair as I make him recount every detail of the past few days.
He tells me about meeting my parents, and squeezes me tighter when he can feel me tense up. I can’t hold back my laughs when he gives Pastor Johnson one nickname after another as he tells me about their meetings through gritted teeth. My heart softens as he tells me about his mom helping him with everything. A woman I’ve hardly met is showing me more love and compassion than my own parents, and a rogue tear falls down my cheek at the thought.
“I have a confession of my own,” I whisper.
Emmett plants a kiss on my head, nudging me to continue.
“Pastor Johnson was waiting for me outside of the library earlier this week.”
Emmett sits up quickly, nearly knocking us both into the railing. His eyes are bulging and his fists are tight.
“Why am I only now hearing about this?” he demands.
“Because—you—you were acting weird, and besides it’s a moot point now. You said yourself just minutes ago that we no longer have to worry about him,” I say, placing my hands on Emmett’s chest in an attempt to calm him down.
I press my forehead to Emmett’s and our breathing syncs up.
“Promise me, gorgeous, you’ll tell me right away if him or anyone else from that church ever tries to contact you,” he pleads.
The corners of my lips turn up at the sound of concern in his voice.
“I promise.”
When we finally pull ourselves up and climb down the ladder, I’m exhausted physically and mentally. Emmett furrows his brow at me when he sees me yawn.
“Let’s chain the bike up to the water tower and I’ll drive us home,” he says.
I don’t fight him and shuffle toward his vehicle. Emmett jogs up behind me and opens my door, helping me in. He leans in and kisses me softly, a smile on his lips as he pulls away.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this,” he says quietly.
“I just hope I’m doing it right,” I say.
This causes Emmett to furrow his brow once more and I have to push down a laugh.
“I mean, I hope I did alright for my first time,” I clarify.
Emmett tries to hide it quickly, but I notice his eyes momentarily widen before he pulls away from me.
