The Kents

Fifty Four

When I pull away she reaches for my face, wiping off the remnants of my tears with her soft hand.

"Stop breaking my heart..." She whispers and I stress on my jaw once more trying to overthrow the pain in my chest.

"Can you forgive me?..." I whisper.

"How can I not?" She shrugs with a simple smile and my heart swells.

"Come..." I take her hand and walk her out of her room.

"I'm thinking you should move out of your room..." I say trying to lift both our dreary moods.

She chuckles.

"Yeah, maybe I should." She whispers as she steps in.

"Emma that kiss didn't mean anything to me..." I say feeling unsettled.

"Forget about it..." She waves it off.

"Are you sure we're clear?" I insist.

"Yes. We're clear." She nods reassuringly.

"So umm-are you going to let me go change this time?" She asks and I instantly shake my head teasingly.

"Nah..." I add and she rolls her eyes amusedly.

I pull out one of my clean shirts and hand it to her. She shakes her head.

"I want this one..." She tugs at the shirt I was currently wearing.

I frown trying to contain my smile.

"Why so?" I question and her face heats up dramatically. My smile grows.

"It smells better." She says and it was my turn to flush all over.

Oh?...
And suddenly I'm feeling self conscious, mentally hoping I didn't sweat in the shirt.

"Whatever you say..." I stress on my lower lip before pulling the shirt over my head and handing it to her.

She mentally struggles, moving the shirt from one hand to the other.

I retrieve it and wait...

She eyes me anxiously.

She still feels uncomfortable around me...

No wonder every time I touch her it feels so wrong.

I want to make her feel secure, but how can I?

"Can I undress you?" I ask diffidently.

Her eyes slightly widen at my question.

I imprison a frown and search her eyes.

"Emma I know you're naturally demure but..."

"I want you to feel confident around me." I tell her and she instantly lowers her gaze tactfully.

She's impossible...

Every time she does that I get that urge; of attacking her little nose and her rosy cheeks.

Okay, I admit I can be a little abusive in my head but-that's only because she's so tempting. All of her!

That doesn't mean I can't hold myself...

Last night I was...

So close to...

I push the thought away and hand her the shirt back.

This was probably wrong...

"You can change in the bathroom-or change in your room. I'll wait for you..." I say with a faint smile.