Run

Luke

We were about two hours into the drive home and I couldn't help replaying everything over in my head. But I really couldn't get how Emma felt tucked in to me close last night and this morning. I couldn't help but make the comment about doing harm, cause if only she knew the harm I could do to her. She obviously played it off as playing, but I was far from playing.

She had fallen back to sleep and I can't help but look over at her and watch her perfectly rounded breasts rising and falling with each breath. She has definitely got more toned and she has some of the shortest shorts I have ever seen her in and I can see the crease of where her ass sits. My mind is wondering and I lose focus of the road and that's when I swerve barely missing a cone in the roadway and she jolts awake. I try to focus better as she beams the look of hatred my way, but before I know it she is yelling.

"What is your problem! Pay attention, what are you daydreaming about?"

I have no words, what do I say your ass? I calm down and reply with a simple "sorry."

"Luke, I don't want to argue all the way home. I just want quiet because my head is killing me. Maybe some food at some point would be great, sooner rather than later." I laugh because she has never been one to hide her love for food. I don't reply or make any comments but I start looking for places to stop. We go a few more miles and I spot her favorite, Burger King. I pull in the parking lot. She unbuckles and I feel pretty confident I may have got a smile, but it faded quickly when she saw I noticed.

As we walk in she starts to tell me what she wants and I cut her off, "I know you're usual, you don't have to remind me." She looks shocked.

"Ok, well I need to go to the restroom and I will be back out. Let's take it on the road, I am ready to be home," she says as she walks away.

I get the food and take it out to her car and wait for her. While I am waiting I text my assistant and tell her to book me a flight out from my hometown to go to my next show and schedule a car waiting to take me to the airport. It's not but two minutes later and Emma gets in the car. She starts downing her food and I can't help but giggle. She looks at me and asks, "what is it now?"

"I love that you've never been one to be shy around guys or anyone when you're hungry."

"Luke, I am the farthest from caring what you or anyone else thinks of me."

"Fair enough. I know you don't like me at all but that doesn't mean we can't try to enjoy our ride and catch up." Somehow I knew I may have chosen the wrong wording, cause she quickly turned around with this look and I knew this look. It's the look of you're about to get it.

"Well, in case you didn't caught up on my life the other night, let me remind you. I got married, shortly after I got married I got pregnant. My husband, your old best friend, died in a horrific car accident. Same night I lost our unborn child from the stress of it all and then, then, to top it all off you didn't show up for me during any of it." Guilt sets in when she decides to throw another jab, "how's life for you? Oh wait, I know you went famous and banged every girl up and down the east coast." For a second I felt a hint of jealousy, but I didn't look into it too much. I know she's only had eyes for Tucker, but a part of me wishes she would be jealous. I don't reply and just focus on the road and I think both of us are ready for this car ride to be over.