His Only

Chapter Thirteen Urges

~Emily's Perspective~

I was changing when Sarah came into my room.

"Oh, my!" She exclaimed looking me over, "Brenda's clothes fit you well. A little big, but you look amazing in them," she said happily.

I blushed looking at myself in the full sized mirror looking at the pink top that was meant to be a belly shirt that hung like a loose T-shirt that barely went to my waist. I guessed Brenda had a bigger chest than I did, but I didn't mind. I also picked out a white pair of shorts that didn't fit badly, they were minorly loose and only went a partial way down my thighs. I liked the way it fit though and it was the only decent thing Brenda owned everything was so small too revealing, cut to be almost entirely short. Everything else looked like it had been cut to be as short as possible.

"Now sweetie I need to check a few of your vitals and your leg as a precaution for taking you home early. They just want to be sure you will be absolutely fine and your brain is managing your body correctly," she said smiling happily.

I nodded and went to her room with her. She waited patiently for me since I moved slightly slower. She motioned for me to sit on the bed. I sat down and watched her pull out a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor. She had me remove my shirt and checked my heart rate, then my airways then moved on to my blood pressure. While she waited for it she grabbed a bag that was nearby pulling some antiseptic and gauze.

"Um... Sarah?" I asked slowly watching her.

"Yes, sweetie?" She asked smiling at me.

"Do you think... Jake and I are still considered? I mean after everything and I could understand if," I said cautiously unsure how to word it.

I knew that I was very cold to him and distant. Thoughts of that girl went through my mind constantly. A part of me knew Jake deserved someone who can love him. I sighed knowing he should be with someone happily. It hurt knowing he would be happier with someone else.

"Dear when it comes to that boy I have no doubts he's head over heels for you. What makes you think otherwise?" She asked eyeing me.

"We don't ever kiss or.. anything. I.. I was so mean to him.." I blushed looking away sadly.

After staring at the photo for hours I started imagining kissing him. Every time he leaned over to me I started holding my breathing, but he always kissed the top of my head. I wondered if he was ashamed of me.

"He might just be unsure whether you want him to. Amnesia can be a tricky thing to work around, but he seems very respectable. Might be afraid to cross a line that may not have been there before," she said. "The best thing would be to talk to him, figure this out where you two are with each other. He wouldn't do anything he knows you don't want him to do and you are one lucky girl to have him."

She grabbed a lance and pricked one of my fingers testing the sample before she started working on my leg making sure it was healing well.

"That's all my tests for tonight. You are as healthy as a woman with a leg injury can be," she said tapping my forehead lightly.

I smiled and she stood up content with the readings on her machines writing them on a notebook.

"Go to the dining room and sit down. I'll be there soon," she said.

I did exactly that, but when Jake saw me and I noticed a change in his eyes. His eyes travelled up and down my body a glint of something in his eyes. He looked into my eyes a smile forming on his lips. I realized lust was present in his eyes and when I blushed he looked away from me his smile growing.

Maybe she's right. I pondered.

I looked over at him and saw a very clear outline of every muscle in his torso and arms. I couldn't help noticing the snugness of the shirt leaving nothing for me to imagine. Sudden images appeared in my mind and I started daydreaming about him without the shirt. Then I noticed looking at me seductively smirking. I looked down biting my lip blushing even more.

What is he doing to me? I wondered feeling my heart pounding in my ears.

~Jake's Perspective~

After a while, Emily walked out wearing different clothes and I couldn't help eyeing her up hoping she wouldn't get mad. When she noticed me eyeing her a large blush covered her cheeks. I looked away trying not to stare and make her uncomfortable, but couldn't deny how amazing she looked. Soon I could feel her staring at me and she seemed to enjoy my new clothes too. I even sensed her daydreaming. I looked at her smirking and again she blushed deeply looking down biting her lip. I chuckled loving how cute she was wanting nothing more than to kiss her. It was driving me mad knowing I couldn't yet.

Oh, Emily, you will be my undoing. I thought painfully.