Heartbeat

Twenty Four

And the second update...

Lots of love, Sarah. xx

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EMMA

I could feel my head rising and falling lightly before I was even fully awake to realize what was happening.

Jordan Knight was sleeping in my bed.

Sleeping. With me. In my bed.

And we were both still fully clothed. Almost. His shirt was open and I couldn’t help but gaze at his hard abs.

My head rested on his bare chest, his arms wrapped around me holding me to his body. I wondered if I could get out of this embrace without waking him, but I knew that I couldn’t. And I knew that I didn’t want to either. I could stay like this all day as long as it was with him.

This is how every morning should start.

“Emma,” Jordan mumbles and my heart skips at the thought of him dreaming about me in his sleep. “I can feel you watching me.”

His lips twitch into a smile as he opens his eyes and smiles down at me. He plants a kiss on my lips, his thumb circling at my shoulder, sending tingles down my spine.

“You can’t feel someone watching you,” I tell him, aware that he’s told me this before.

He laughs quietly. “Don’t make me laugh,” he puts his index finger to my lips so that I can’t say another word to him. “Your dad will bust in here and throw me out if he catches me in his daughter’s bed.”

Did I dare tell him that Dad knows he stayed the night? I heard the door open not long after Jordan and I fell asleep, and I heard my dad swearing as he no doubt saw Jordan lying next to me, our bodies entwined. He hadn’t said anything at the time and I highly doubted that he was going to say anything this morning. If Dad was going to kick Jordan out, he’d have done it by now.

I heard the front door rattle through the house and knew from the time that it was my mother coming home from work. I could play out what she was doing; placing her bag at the foot of the stairs, hanging her coat on the peg and kicking her shoes off, placing them neatly under the bench in the hallway. Then she’d go to the kitchen and put the coffee to go, slowly and quietly making her seventh black coffee of the morning.

She’d grab the mug, taking some paperwork from her bag and trounce off to her office where she’d hide from me and Dad until it was time for us to leave for school. Then once she was alone she’s slope off to bed, sleep all day and then wake up at five to get ready for her next night shift at the hospital.

What I wasn’t expecting this morning was for her to come to my room, pushing the door open to find Jordan and I staring at her like she was a criminal in her own home. Her eyes widened as she fully took in Jordan’s presence in my bed and she moved further into the room.

“What the hell is going on?” She shouted, louder than I had ever heard her yell before. “Get out of my daughter’s bed!”