Warning: RWB spoilers ahead.
Some say the best love stories often take time.
Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture...
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Getting an out-of-the-blue, heartfelt love confession was—to Emery—like getting rear-ended in the middle of a deserted highway. Yet for some reason, he has also never stood so perfectly still in his entire fucking life.
"I am into you, Emery..."
Those words struck him like wildfire, stuck between the urge to run and give up on the ground. Maybe that's why he couldn't move, nor speak. No one has spoken in five minutes. This is awkward. Emery swallowed. He should... he probably should...
He couldn't.
Never had the thought of Ian being right left Emery confused as hell. It's not like Lucas can make himself any clearer. "I am into you" is as frank as it can get, yet Emery was still in the process of believing it, even as Lucas moved closer, leaning in as he took Emery's cheek in his left hand, intentions vague but not ill-concerned. Emery knew right there and then what was going to happen. The signs were there, and there was no reason to believe otherwise.
Lucas is going to kiss him.
A million thoughts ran through his head. This is it. His first kiss.
Emery has read several romance books in his lifetime. Most of them were typical, rare are good, but almost all of them had their own versions of that moment leading up to a kiss.
The rush of blood to your cheeks, the tingling sensation at the tip of your fingers, the build-up of something unexplainable in your stomach—Emery waited for them, even at least one.
Maybe this one is different.
The thought was exciting. He's never been kissed before, let alone kissed by someone as respectfully hot as Lucas Waywright. He's everything you'd want your man to be. Why the hell would Emery say no?
What else is there to look for?
"I am into you." Emery has never heard those words before, more so those words directed at him. He never thought he would.
Being confessed to under the moonlight, with the bonfire and your friends singing in the background, God, you might think. That's magical. It should be, shouldn't it? But why...
As striking as everything already was, Emery decided to look over Lucas' shoulder, amidst everything, and locked eyes with the last person he'd want to witness his obvious internal dilemma.
Cameron was sitting a few feet away from him and Lucas, and as much as Emery couldn't tell if the blond was looking at him, at Lucas, or both, he couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness.
He's seen that look before.
Emery doesn't know how all these thoughts could fit in five seconds, but that was how long it took for him to remember where he was. The reason was beyond him, but the will to flinch and step back before their lips could touch wasn't.
