A/N: What do you think guys, hows the story turning out? A lot of story is to come! Ahhh! Poor Emma Jane. I hope you guys are enjoying the story! The picture is the romper. Please comment and vote! I love heading feedback!
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EMMA JANES POV
"Jace, where are my clothes I need to leave." I say as Jace gets a text.
"Steve says they will be here in 5, we are out of time." He looks up.
"Change of plans I need to hide." I say clutching my towel higher.
"Quickly, get dressed! Im going to get you out of here." He says and the look in his eyes makes me really believe him.
"Okay, could you maybe, um, turn around." I shift my weight as I ask.
"Oh yeah of course sorry. I wasnt even thinking, sorry." I could notice a slight blush on his cheeks before he turned around. He brushes his hand through his hair and I cant help but watch his arm muscles.
HOTTTTTT
UGH I KNOW, but we have no time to think about that right now. I throw the towel into his hamper across from us and open my bag. Everything is going to be fine.
Emma Jane...
What's wrong inner voice?
I think we may be missing something.
Whatever it is it can't be that important, we can just get it back tomorrow. I have underwear on and my romper is on the floor, everything is fine.
Oh Emma Jane I dont think you understand.
Oh god, wait. Please don't tell me that we don't have our...
Where the HELL is our bra?
Panic starts to set in when I notice I didn't pack a separate bra. I mean it wasn't like I was expecting to spend the night. Not only was my bra gone but the safety pin I used to close the top of the romper up was gone. Who ever did this wanted to make sure I knew it was on purpose. It's one thing to misplace a bra but you can't just randomly take out a safety pin.
"EJ, are you decent, can I turn around now?" His voice is a little softer.
"Jace, we have a problem." I say shaking.
"What's wrong EJ," By the time he says that he is already almost facing me.
"NO! DO NOT TURN AROUND!" I scream as I also turn around to face the wall away from him. All I have on is my new red thong I packed in case I wanted to change back into my clothes after swimming. I feel so exposed.
I know I didn't say no soon enough. Do I even want to look back and see him while he has a perfect view of my ass.
You idiot, cover yourself, or at least try.
I can't, the towel is in his hamper and the romper is behind me. I can't turn around, maybe drunk me can handle Jace seeing my chest but sober me sure as hell can not.
I feel so small, whatever confidence I was feeling while we were cuddling together was gone and I was back to my usual nervous wreak of a self.
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The Bad Boy's Trophy
Romance"What's wrong doc, you don't wanna help me," Jace stated with a puppy dog face, feigning offense. "I was just trying to help you anyway," he leaned closer to me and dropped his head low so only I could hear what he was about to say, "tell me was tha...
