Little Did I Know

Chapter five

Jakob

After we were both fully satisfied in more ways than one, we found ourselves on the bed tangled up in the sheets and each other. Emma drew little shapes on my chest absentmindedly, while I played with her silky strands and tried to calm my beating heart that for some reason decided that now was the perfect time to race a million miles a minute. If she noticed, she was kind enough not to comment on it. Thank fuck!

I honestly didn't remember when the last time was, I just laid in bed doing nothing without my phone attached to my hand. It was freeing in a sense. Emma slowly turned her head up towards me and placed a small kiss on my jaw.

"So, minor question but nonetheless important," she said still with her eyes trained on me, "how young are you?"

I smiled down at her, "how young do you think I am?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

"What are you hoping for?" I tried pressuring her, since she believed it was such an important question.

"God, do you always answer a question with a question?" she said as she sat up against the headboard. "As I said to Amalia last night, old enough."

"Old enough to what?" I couldn't help myself. I liked pushing her buttons, seeing her getting more irritated at me and her cheeks turning a nice shade of pink.

"God, you're annoying," she said as she playfully shoved my shoulder, making me almost fall out of the bed. I straightened myself and mimicked her posture up against the headboard. "Old enough to screw and not end up in jail," she finished.

That was one way to put it, that's for sure.

"And don't you dare answer with a question," she said while pointing her finger at me. Which I of course leaned towards and bit gently down on and licking around the tip and letting it go with a pop. I looked up at her with her mouth slightly open, and her eyes were gazing at my mouth incredulously mixed with a bit of lust, if I wasn't mistaken.

"I'm 21," I finally caved, putting her out of her misery.

A breath of air left her mouth instantaneously. "Phew," she said with an exaggerated swipe of her hand across her forehead.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What? You want to know my age? Don't you know, you're not supposed to ask a lady for her age, huh?" she asked pretending to be all offended. But I could see she was playing me. However, it did get me to wonder how old she was. I mean, sure, she looked a couple of years older than me, but age is just a number. It doesn't mean anything. At least not to me.

"Yea," I said nudging her with my shoulder lightly. "It's only fair. You know how old I am, so why not?"

"I'm a bit older than you, that's for sure. It's not that I'm embarrassed or anything, but you might get a shock," she said looking all serious.

"Lay it on me," I said growing more curious by the second.

She rolled her head towards me and said, "I'm 29."

I tried my best to school my expression, but I couldn't help it. My eyebrows rose in surprise. She did not look like she was supposed to be eight years older than me. My eyes wandered down her body and up again. She looked damn fine to me. And then some.

"Say something," she said, hiding her face in my shoulder nuzzling it. I could get used to this.

I turned my head towards her and stroked her hair. "What's there to say? Age is number. Nothing more. You're hot as fuck, easy to talk with, sweet and quick on your feet when it comes to interacting with my friends and a wild cat in bed. I'm sold!" I said chuckling.