coffee shop | emilio martinez

Chapter Twenty

Rose's P.O.V.

What's that burning smell? I thought to myself.

I then realize Emilio was in the kitchen, by himself.

I instantly jump out of bed, running down the stairs faster than an olympic runner, if that was possible.

As I turn from the stairs, and into the kitchen, slightly bumping into the door frame; I see Emilio placing a bag of horrible smelling popcorn into the trash.

He sees me in the doorframe, smiling sheepishly; he closes the trash can, pretending nothing had happened.

"What did you do now?" I sigh, walking towards him, a hand on my hip.

"Uh nothing." He says quickly, his accent stronger than ever, causing a smile to appear on my face.

"Hand me the popcorn, I'll do it." I tell him as he hands me the brand new packaged popcorn.

I unwrap the plastic off the bag, then opening the flaps of the bag.

I open the microwave throwing the bag into the microwave, pressing the button saying popcorn.

I quickly hop into the island, watching as the popcorn bag increases in size, the popping of the kernels turning into popcorn being heard.

Emilio slickly makes his way through my legs, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. He places his forehead against mine, his bright blue eyes pouring into mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and place my head into the crook of his neck, in a close hug.

I hear the microwave beep, signaling the popcorn that was there was finished.

I hop of the island, taking the popcorn out of the microwave, and carefully opening it making sure I don't burn myself with the hot air coming out of the bag.

I quickly grab the bowl that Emilio originally had, pouring the popcorn into the bag, and grabbing Emilio's hand, I walk up the stairs.

"Ow!" I shriek, looking back at Emilio behind me, rubbing my sore butt.

"You look sexy when you're walking up the stairs." He states, sending a wink. I quickly give him a slap in the head, slightly rolling my eyes.

While I was walking up the stairs, Emi decided to be a dirtly little boy and slap my butt while I was walking up.

I swear what am I going to do with this boy.

We then make our way into my room, getting ourselves comfortable in the newly washed white sheets.

I look through netflix, looking for some good movies or television series to watch.

As i'm scrolling through the selections I get a text through my phone, making it buzz against my thigh.

I quickly grab it, looking at the text, my eyes scanning across the words.

Unknown:

you can't run from me.

you got rid of me once, but you won't get rid of me again.

I shakily place my phone down on my nightstand, once again ignoring the messages, just wanting to have a good time with Emilio. I mean they must have the wrong person, right?

"Princesa, todo bien?" (Everything good princess?") He asks me, a concerning look on his face, stuffing his chubby yet slim cheeks with popcorn.

"Yeah, everything is amazing." I answer back, scooting closer to him, as he raises his arm. I lay against him, my head on his chest.