A/N: this chapter contains scenes of PTSD which can be triggering for some readers please use discretion.
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Emma Janes POV
When? Why? What? How? What!
He just kisses me, tells me he loves me and then leaves? How am I suppose to get dressed? How am I suppose to go down there and face him after he was just looming over me sucking my face?
I must be dreaming!
You're not dreaming.
No but I have to be because in what WORLD would he kiss me.
This one.
This doesn't make any sense? How could I not see the signs of romantic attraction! I've memorized every book on romantic attraction and the psychology of mating there is to memorize. How? How did I miss this?
Maybe it's because you have no confidence.
Well. I have to go down there. I cant just not go down there.
Stop being such a baby and go get him!
Stop. I dont know what I'm going to say.
Just calm down and go.
Fine but what if he just starts laughing at me because this was all some prank and he's actually best friends with Steve now.
What if we go down there and he's a dinosaur. You can't live your life on what if's!
Okay fine.
I put on my "sexy" pjs that my mom bought me from Victoria Secret. I feel like she was trying to boost my body confidence but I've never worn them before now, they expose a lot of my breast but I mean Chris has seen it all before now hasn't he.
Yeah he got a good look at your girls.
Please don't remind me.
I travel downstairs which for some reason feels like the longest path I've ever had to walk. I go down my stairs a bit to see Chris looking at my baby photos.
Great, just the type of photos I want an extremely beautiful looking guy ~whom I just made out with~ to be looking at.
I tap him on the shoulder and I watch as his eyes travel over me, but it was different then when Steve, Adam or even Jace looks at me. Chris's eyes focused on different places. All the other boys would focus on my chest but Chris focused on my eyes.
Although he did look at my chest which caused me to shift my weight to avoid putting my hands to my chest like a prude.
"So about the-" Chris says as I start to ask how long he is staying in town.
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