EMMIE
Emmie
The doorbell rings through the empty house as I scramble to shove everything I might need for a night away into my bag.
“Coming,” I bellow, although I’m pretty sure he won’t hear it.
My phone starts ringing and I snatch it up from the bed where I abandoned it.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.“
“Overshare much,” he mutters in jest.
“Fuck off, idiot.” Shoving my finger into the screen to end the call, I finish up before throwing my bag over my shoulder and leaving my room.
My stomach is in knots as I descend the stairs.
You’re doing the right thing, the little voice in my head says.
But it does little to make me relax.
He might have said he wanted me there, but he never responded to my crass good night message, and we haven’t spoken since.
He could have changed his mind very quickly once the high of that night lessened. He probably regretted every message he sent that showed me a little bit more of the soul he hides from everyone else.
“You okay?” Xander asks the second I open the door for him. “You look like you’re about to puke.”
“I might,” I admit.
He rocks on his feet, looking all kinds of out of his comfort zone.
“You… uh… don’t have to go, not if you don’t want to. We could just hang here instead,” he offers sweetly.
“I appreciate that, but I promised you a night away,” I say, silently convincing myself to do this.
Just walk in there and face him like everything is normal.
“This isn’t about me, Shorty. I’m happy wherever.” He shrugs and my lips pull into a smile.
“You’re a good friend, X.”
“Meh,” he mutters, taking my bag from me while I pull my boots on and grab my jacket. “It’s cold out, you might want more than—”
“Really, Mum?” I tease.
He rolls his eyes at me and stalks toward his bike.
Excitement begins to trickle through my veins as I look at his beast of a machine.
Oh hell yeah, this part of the trip is something I can totally get on board with.
Zipping my leather jacket right up, I grab my helmet from the side and head out.
“Your carriage awaits, Princess.”
“And you’re sure I can’t drive?” I ask.
“Don’t push your luck, Shorty. I’ve already signed my life away to Cruz in order to do this.”