Don't push me off the edge.

Forty three

**** Derek's P.O.V**** 

Out lips parted for not even a second before touching again, her lips soft against mine, it was a nice, firm french kiss. I pulled her closer to me, this is what I wanted, though I didn't think I would wind up telling her I love her twice. But now I didn't care how much I told her anymore. I just wanted her to be right next to me at all times now.

When she pulled away she hugged me, squeezing hard.

" How can I?" She said.

" Well you made it more memorable." I laughed. 

" In a good way?" She pulled away from me grinning, I smiled at her.

" Well," I said. " I didn't want to remember and now I can't stop thinking about it so. . . In a way it was amazing but in a way you made it a little bit shitty." I grinned, I wanted to go back to her being in my arms and kissing again.

" I hope you don't forget it." She kissed my lips briefly holding my hands.

Emma put my hands back around her waist and put her arms around my neck, swaying us side to side.

" Can't we dance like this?" She asked, I shrugged.

" We are now." I kissed her forehead.

" Aaron won't be at the hotel wen we get back. By the way." She totally ruined the mood. Oh well, we'll get it back some other time.

" Cool, we got the place to ourselves then huh?"

" Yep," She says. " Wanna go get something to eat after  little bit? Oh wait,"

" This coming from the person who complained to me that she never gets hungry," I teased.

" I actually think I might be going like, more human." She started. " I've been sleeping longer then I ever have lately."

" Not human, you are human just, a different kind. But do you know why?"

" Cause I've been hanging out with people more probably."

" You going to nag me to get you food when you're hungry?" I grinned.

" I'm not an ass, well I might be but-"

" But you're my ass that I love and plan to spend all my life with." I brought her closer to me, her face inches from mine.

" Awe, I was thinking that you would, I dunno, leave some time like every other guy does." She teased.

" I'm not a shit head like every other guy. Besides, have you ever been in a relationship?" I asked out of curiosity.

" God no, when my mom 'died' and was gone, dad got drunk a lot and the one time I had a guy over cause we were doing something- I think he was tutoring me in math or we were working on something together he beat the shit out or me. He thought I had sex with him and that kinda stuff."

" Did you?" I snickered. She gave me a look.

" No," she gave me a serious look.

" You can say." I smiled.

" I didn't even think about it." She said. " I thought about kissing him though . . . Never did after my dad beat me, but oh well. I have you," She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

" Yeah," She kissed me once again, French kiss once again. But when I briefly opened my eyes I saw someone looking at me, a couple dancing together, but the man was only looking at me. Giving me a look that said murder. Why? I didn't know.

He had brown hair with a few grey hairs, wearing a black tuxedo. He looked a lot older then me, maybe in his forty's or early fifties. I pulled away from Emma, the man looked back at his partner as if he didn't even look.

" What?" She says. I didn't know if I should tell her or not. I tried to shrug it off. it was only a look, not a very good one, but still . . .

" Nothing." I said. Now I ruined the moment.

" Right, you wanna head back? Getting a bit hungry, haven't eaten anything all day,"

" I think there's a buffet around here some where, there should be, or this isn't the best party." She giggled. 

We walked around a little bit, holding hands and pushing each other the whole time walking, in the grassy area of the surrounding of the Eiffel tower, where we went to yesterday, was filled with tables and chairs. There were Buffet tables on the sides, a few people grabbing food.

There wasn't as much people as you'd think there would be, there were many tables to choose from but there was enough to make a loud crowd noise.

Me and Emma grabbed similar things, I grabbed two chicken legs, mashed potatoes, a sub sand which, and some kind of rice. I grabbed a glass of wine, offering Emma some and she accepted it was France so assuming it was good, I think wine came from France, or Italy.Emma didn't get the rice but she also had a spaghetti and meatballs.

We took a seat a few tables away from everyone else. 

Me and Emma talked and laughed a bit, talking about 'Lady the Tramp' and how they had the spaghetti kiss. Until I saw the man I saw earlier look at me again, when I looked at him he started talking to his partner once again avoiding eye contact. Now I felt like I had a stalker.

We were only half way done with our food when Emma stopped and dropped her fork that she was rising to her mouth, having a blank face on her.

" Oh my god." She said. " We have to go, right now come on!" She grabbed my hand and walked out of the grassy, cafeteria area.

" Wha-"

We got a taxi quickly and we stepped in. My mind filled with questions.

What in the hell just happened?