Howl

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with someone else?” Lukas asked as he helped Emma clean up from lunch, which was just leftovers from the night before.

“Lukas, don’t be ridiculous. You got the tickets. Of course I’m going to take you.”

“But wouldn’t you rather go with someone who actually understands the game?”

“I want to go with you. Now I’m going to go put my Broncos shirt on and then we can go.”

Emma went to her room and changed into a more appropriate shirt to watch a football game in, and while she was in her dresser, she saw an old Broncos hat. She grabbed it before walking back into the living room.

“Hey, I have this hat if you want something to wear,” she said, waving the hat at Lukas. “Otherwise someone might think you’re a Seahawks fan and beat you up.

“Wouldn’t want that,” Lukas said, reaching out for the hat. He looked at it briefly before putting it on. “So, do I look like a football fan?”

“A very dorky one.” She smiled and put her arms around his neck to pull his head down. Her lips met his, gently at first, but he soon deepened it, only breaking away in order to breathe. “But I like it.”

“Maybe I should wear this more often.” 

Lukas held onto her and kissed her again. He brought a hand up and ran his fingers through her soft brown hair as he parted his lips and let his tongue touch her lips for a brief moment. She allowed him entrance to her mouth, but soon after she felt his tongue inside her mouth she pulled away, freeing herself from her arms.

“We’re going to be late if we keep this up,” she mumbled.

She grabbed her purse and put her shoes on quickly, wanting to get out of the apartment. Lukas fixed the hat, which had almost fallen off when he kissed her, and then put his shoes on as well. He was worried that he had done something wrong, but she allowed him to take her hand as they walked down the stairs and out to his car.

“Sorry about that,” Emma said once they were on the road.

“What?” Lukas asked, confused about why she was apologizing.

“Back at the apartment. I got all weird about the kissing thing. Sorry. It has nothing to do with you. It’s just that I don’t really kiss anyone. Ever. I don’t think I’ve let anyone kiss me since high school and even then, I only did because it felt like I was supposed to just because he was my boyfriend.”

 “If you don’t want me to kiss you, I won’t.”

 Emma punched him in the shoulder. Not hard, but enough so that he could definitely feel it.

 “What was that for?”

 “That wasn’t what I meant when I said that. I like it when you kiss me. But I just got to get used to the feeling I guess.”

 “I got plenty of free time to get you used to it.”

 Once again, Emma’s fist hit his shoulder. “Before you ask,” she said, “that was for making it sound so creepy.”

 “Remind me not to piss you off. You hit hard.”

 “That’s what happens when you grow up with a brother. Instead of having tea parties, I was getting in fights with him. All the time. And I could win too.”

 “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

 “Yeah. Derek. He’s in Afghanistan, but he’ll be coming home in January.”