Emma unexpectantly meets a mysterious someone who let's her doubt all her rules, values and beliefs.. Just to turn her life upside down and help her realize what's important in life.
Navigating through her lonely life until now, complicated not only...
*** LONGEST CHAPTER EVER.. written for this fic. I love this and you're going to love it aswell, I bet. SQ (friendship) and CS flirt overload guys - enjoy!***
Damn it, Jones.
I took in another breath and turned to him, putting on a surprised smile. I was beyond tense.. he would clearly see that.
"Oh, uh.. Hi." I started stuttering, gripping the edge of the counter to hide my nervousness, "Uhm.. what are.. you doing here?" I asked a little absent, too distraced staring at his jawline and his eyes boring into mine.
"Ah you know.. I was overcome by an immense craving for grilled cheese. So I came here to get it from the best place for junk food and homemade dishes in town." He shrugged and smiled, leaning his ellbow casually on the counter. His one eyebrow shooting up as he finished the sentence with a grin.
"Interesting choice of words. I might have a lot in common with the person who told you that.",I said back in a flirtacious voice and suprised myself by the decision to turn his comment into a flirty banter.
He simled down, laughing lightly and itching his ellow on the counter and thus his whole upper body a little closer towards me.
"You might.. You're more beautiful." He answered and looked into my eyes again.
If there was something I hated and loved at the same time, it was him being able to look me straight in the eyes and making me see only... honesty. It made my heart flutter, but scared me even more.
His stare was so intense that I totally forgot where I was.. probably staring at him like the biggest idiot in the whole town.. Still in my trance I asked in an irritated tone: "Jones, I told you that. How can I be more beautiful then myself?"
"In my eyes you get more beautiful each time I see you. You beat each bygone version of yourself, Swan.. technically." He said in a low, raspy voice, once again moving closer, leaning down a little to be on eyelevel with me.
I still stared. How embarrassing. My mouth opened and I wanted to say something to not make me look like an stupid little girl on a pop concert of her teen crush.. but my brain didn't comply once again.
"I-.. Uh..", I tried to start, but couldn't think of a good comeback..
"You do not take well to compliments, do you, love?" He asked in a mocking tone. I huffed out a breath and my smile faltered.
Yeah, true.. I shouldn't play down compliments or.. ignore them, but that's just who I am. I am not used to get praise from someone.. to matter to someone.
I looked at his grin for a second before forcing my eyes to wander the room.
Oh right, forgot. Regina was still with me.
She must've been behind my back all the time, interpreting his and my every move and word. I know her good enough.
I quickly turned around, she sat there looking at us.. well she looked at Killian.
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