Emily lay panting curled up beside Minho.
"I'm...I'm sorry.." she whispered.
"Please stop saying that you're sorry!" He said shifting his head to look down at her, "Em, look at me please."
She lifted her worried eyes to his. They were still dark and he was still breathing hard. He smiled gently at her.
"I told you we would stop if you said to. And we did. Thank you again for telling me."
He pulled the blanket up over her shoulders and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes and buried her face into his slightly sweaty chest. He dug his hand into her messy hair, and just held her as they both caught their breath and slowed their heart rates.
"I think there's a game on," Emily said quietly. "Popcorn and football game?"
"Have I told you how much I love you?" Minho chuckled.
She picked her head up and looked at him with a small smile and shy eyes, "you may have mentioned it."
He grinned even more and kissed her forehead. He sat up and grabbed his sweatpants off the floor. Emily wrapped the blanket around herself as she sat up, her eyes downcast and her cheeks warm.
"Em...I hope you don't feel uncomfortable with me..." Minho said quietly, his eyes looked sad.
"No. Minho, not uncomfortable with you! Just...not sure...how or...or what to do. I..." She looked away, feeling the sting of tears, she tried to his behind her hair. Minho got up and crouched infront of her, he gently moved her head to look at him.
"Emmy. Please, I hope I didn't hurt you or make you uncomfortable."
"No." She whispered. "I...I dunno."
"Take to me." He pleaded.
"I feel like...like I'm not being fare to you. We get all worked up, I tell you it's okay, we go further only to freak out and make us stop."
Minho smiled at her, understanding what was bothering her. He moved some of her messy bed head hair from her face. He kept a hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone, gently wiping the tear that broke free from her lashes.
"I'm in this relationship for more then just the kissing and physical stuff. I want your heart and thoughts and secrets. I want to know your fears and your dreams, I want to see you smile and hold you when it's too much. I want to see you succeed in your dreams and goals. At some point we'll get there, I'm in no rush, baby. Okay? Please don't feel like you need to rush. I'm...I'm actually glad you stopped us. I don't want to rush this. And if there is any kind of hesitation we aren't ready and that's okay."
She took a shaking breath. Her big brown eyes searched his.
"Promise?" She whispered.
"Cross my heart." He said firmly. He leaned forward and kissed her gently and then kissed her nose. "I'll get the popcorn and meet you here in a few. Good that?"
She nodded.
He got up and left the room, closing her door gently. She sat for a second getting herself together she took a breath and then reached for her tank top and pulled it on and then pulled his hoodie on and a pair of leggings.
She grabbed her phone and found Sonya's number.
Ugh! I feel like 💩
There was a brief second and she saw Sonya texting back almost right away. The three little dots flashing indicating she was texting.
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Fairy Tale
FanfictionYou've heard of fairy tales. You've heard of The Maze Runner. What happens when it's mashed together? When Emily's mother dies, when Emily is only a year old, from a drunk drive, her father is left to raise an infant on his own. He eventually remarr...
