Inferno Part 2

~76~ Without Fear of Repercussion

Emma's POV

Trace and I are walking out of school after our last class of the day.

"Wanna come over and do homework?" I ask him as he takes my books from me and carries them.

"I wanna come over, yeah. Not really interested in doing homework, though, Emmy" he says, stealing a kiss.

I chuckle. "What are you wanting to do?"

"Kiss my girlfriend."

"I don't know, English can be pretty exciting too."

He rolls his eyes. "Not as exciting as this" he says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, grabbing my face gently, and bending down to kiss me.

People are walking around us, and Trace couldn't care less. He's too busy kissing me.

"We're in the way. People are getting grumpy" I whisper.

He smiles and shakes his head. "Not too worried about it. My girlfriend can protect me"

"Thanks. I thought the man was supposed to do the protecting" I tease as I shove him playfully.

"I don't know, Emmy. You're getting pretty lethal. I've seen some of your moves."

I just roll my eyes as we continue walking. Trace would never let anybody touch me, and I know it.

We get to his car and we take off. Normally Luke rides with us, but he's been spending every waking moment with Shay. He is going to her dorm to study for a while. Well, I know my brother. They will be doing way more than studying. I overheard him telling Trace once that they are VERY familiar with each other already.

It almost makes me a little jealous. I wish I was willing to do that with Trace, but I'm not. For some reason, it's just super important to me to wait until marriage. I'm being stubborn, I guess.

"Why are you so quiet?" He asks as he takes my hand.

"Shay and Luke are already having sex"

He snorts. "Yeah. So?"

"So, does that make you jealous?"

"I hate to break it to you, Emma Katherine, but I'm not interested in having sex with Shay. I'm DEFINITELY not interested in getting closer with your brother...So, I've gotta say no...I'm not jealous, ya weirdo."

"You know what I mean."

He sighs and squeezes my hand. "Not jealous."

"But?"

"But...Nothing. It doesn't make me jealous. I'm telling you what, though, Emmy. Our wedding night is going to be spectacular."

I just look at him.

"Be prepared though. It's been a LONG time since I've had sex, so...well...we're probably going to have to do it a million times that night. Start taking your vitamins now."

I roll my eyes. "It's going to be years."

"Why do you say that?" He asks, stopping at a red light and looking at me.

"We're 18."

"So?"

"So....Don't you think we should be able to support ourselves first?"

"Yeah. I've been saving money."

"Trace, your part-time job at the store isn't enough. The money I'm making at the gym plus your checks aren't enough."

He's quiet for a bit. So long, in fact, that I think he's mad.

When I look at him, he looks concerned, not mad. "Emma, it's going to be a long time before we are where our parents are."