Incredible.
Magnificent.
“Oh, is that for me?” Emma asked. “Please say it’s for me.”
“It is,” I said with a smile. “Here., I figured you could use it.”
She took the glass from my hand and our fingers touched. Electricity shot through my veins and I dropped my arm quickly to my side. I didn’t want her seeing the goosebumps that raged along my skin at the touch of her fingertips.
“Wanna sit?” I asked.
“Yes. My feet are killing me,” Emma said.
“Well, I’d tell you to kick off your shoes, but you did that earlier.”
“They’re currently covered in milk. And I can’t say wet shoes are comfortable shoes.”
“Not in my experience,” I said with a grin.
The two of us sat down on the couch and I patted my lap. Emma looked at me with a curious stare as she sipped her wine, unsure of what to do. I rolled my eyes and reached for her legs, then spun her around and placed her feet in my lap. Her eyes were hard on the side of my face as I took a swig of my Scotch.
“Better?” I asked.
“We’ll see in a few minutes,” Emma said.
“So what were you thinking about earlier?”
“What do you mean?”
“You came out of the room and had sort of a glazed over stare. Everything okay?”
“Oh. That. Yeah, yeah. Everything’s okay.”
“Then why am I not convinced?”
“I was just thinking, that’s all.”
“About what?” I asked.
She took another long pull of her wine as I sat the
re patiently.
“About how being around you makes me feel,” Emma said.
“How does it make you feel?”
“Bold. Brave.”
“Do you not feel those things on a regular basis?” I asked.
“No. Though trust me, I know that’s the persona I give off.”
I wasn’t sure if she was joking or being serious. But she had a point. She did give off an air of confidence and grave. Poise in a way that struck me as strong. To hear her admit she didn’t feel like that on a regular basis was something I didn’t expect from her.
“Why were you thinking about that particular subject?” I asked.
Emma gave me a wary look and I shifted my body to face her.