Little Did I Know

Chapter three

Emma

I wasn't really thinking when I accepted to play foosball against Tom. It might not have been my finest moment, but who cared, right?

Amalia tucked on my arm, and whispered in my ear, "what are you doing, Ems? You haven't played in years."

I waived her concerns off. It was all about appearing confident and not letting the enemy know they may have one up on you. I got this. I knew it.

"I'm not playing with you. You're not fun to play with. You hit anyone within a one metre radius when you get excited and this arm right here bruises like a peach," she said loud enough for the boys to hear.

I immediately looked up into those eyes that I now knew were actually a mixture of both brown and green and when the light hit just right, the green in his eyes sparkled and became all consuming. My cheeks instantly turned a nice shade of pink based on the warmth emanating from them. Oh my god, Ems, you are a strong, independent, mature women that do not blush around young guys. Get a grip.

"I guess, the teams are settled then. Jakob and Emma versus me and Amalia. I've already won," Tom laughed.

I turned around and needed to tip my head back to look up into Jakob's eyes that were already trained in on me. I cocked my head to the side and studied him. He looked really good. Like jaw-droppingly good, come-in-your-panties-with-a-flash-of-a-dimple good. His physique was all man. Not like a boy at all. All athletic built with nice, toned muscles that gave promise to all kinds of dirty thoughts. Like he could just swoop you up and toss you over his shoulder if you ever behaved badly.

"Hi, I'm Jakob," he said stopping my very pleasant train of thought. "We didn't really get properly introduced before."

I couldn't help but giggle. "No, I guess not. I'm Emma," I said and extended my hand towards him. His big hand enveloped mine like a glove. Holy-mother-Mary-of-Jesus, his hand felt soooo good wrapped around mine and I was pretty sure my face gave way to how I felt. I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel in other places. Like, you know, going down...

I shook my head, trying very hard to get it out of the gutter. It's been a while since you've had a nice pair of strong hands on you, but stop, Emma. Stop it right there! Focus on foosball and kicking Tom's ass.

"So, are you any good?" I asked instead.

Lucky for us, a couple of guys were just finishing up a game and we were up in a few minutes from the looks of it.

He blushed a bit and and ran his fingers through his luscious hair nervously. Be still my beating heart.

"I really want to say yes, just to impress you, but" he shook his head flashing a timid smile. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's alright," I said with a small smile of my own. Why was I fidgeting with my hands?

Amalia let out a snort. "Yea, right. As if. Emma doesn't tolerate losing, which means she only wants to play with others who are good. So, yea," she trailed off. The mouth on that girl sometimes.

Jakob's eyebrows rose and that damn smirk came back. "Competitive much?"

I sent an evil glare towards Amalia. Play it cool.

"Not so much as competitive, just sure about my winning capabilities. When I want something, I go after it and I usually never lose," I said with as much conviction as I could muster. I meant every word I said. And it applied to every aspect of my life. A mantra I strived to comply to.

I wasn't talking about foosball anymore and I'm pretty sure he caught on to it. His eyes turned darker, and the smile was wiped right off his handsome face.