Into You (COMPLETE)

Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29:

Emma's POV:

Jeremy takes a seat like nothing happened between us.

"Can I have a sip?" He asks me and looks at me intensely. I don't know what to say to him. I have been avoiding him for almost two days.

"Umm.. yea" I say as I am still confused as to what's happening. He starts sipping on my Margherita and I pull myself out of mind. I grab the drink from him and place it on the other side.

"Seriously?" He ask me. I don't say anything and just keep devouring my food in. For a moment, he just looks at me. But then he starts smirking and then grabs a piece of taco and shoves it all in his mouth.

"Heyyyy! That was mine. And you know I don't share my food" I say and point my index finger at him. He just keeps munching on MY tacos and I am so annoyed. He doesn't say anything.

Then, he had the audacity to take the whole box of tacos. I look at him with wide eyes and my mouth hanging open. How dare he take my food. I open my mouth to put him in his place when he places his index finger on my lips, shushing me. He comes close to me.

"I'll give you back your food if you promise to listen to me" he whispers in my ear. I can smell his cologne which has overpowered all my senses. I am lost in his touch and his smell. I shut my eyes softly and take in this moment. It's been two day since I last saw him and felt him. It feels safe, like I am home.

I shake my head and get my head from the thoughts. His words register and I open my eyes and look at him. He is still looking at me, like he is taking in all of me. I nod my head because I know I won't be able to say anything.

"Okay, let's go" he says and starts picking up the food.

"Wait! Where are we going?" I ask him, confused as hell.

"To talk?" He answers my question with a question.

"Can't we talk here?" I ask him.

"It would be okay if it wasn't a little..." He looks around and tries to think of the right word.

"Noisy? Crowded?" I complete the sentence for him.

"Right!" He says. I pick up my food which was already in takeaway boxes and place it in a bag. We start walking towards the exit. He insisted on taking the bags, when I looked at him skeptically, he pinky promised that he won't run away with it. Then he placed the his free hand on my lower back.

I look up at him as he guides me to my car in the parking my lot. Maybe, he still cares about me.

When we reach the car, he places the bags in the backseat.

"Keys?" He asks me.

"Oh yeah!" I grab the keys from my back pocket and I am about to place it in his hands when I remember that it's my car.

"Wait! Why do you need MY car keys?" I say with a lot of emphasis on the word 'my'.

"To drive the car?" He answers my question with a question of his own, again.

"It's my car, why would you drive?" I say, fold my hands, raise my eyebrow and jut out my hip.

"If I am there, then why would you drive?" He snatches the car keys from my hand and opens the passenger side door for me. I just shake my head and take a seat. He jogs to the other side and takes a seat. He starts driving out of the parking lot.