Into You (COMPLETE)

Chapter 53

CHAPTER 53:

Emma's POV:

It's Saturday morning and I am at Jeremy's apartment helping him pack his stuff. Because him being the idiot he is, left all the packing for the bery kast minute. He called me at 6 in the morning asking me if I could help. And me being the good girlfriend I am, I agreed.

The both of us are rushing around his apartment gathering and packing. At dot 9.42 we are done packing and we lay sown on the bed. I don't know about him but that was quite a workout for me.

"So, what time is your flight?" I ask him, realising that I didn't ask him about all of that.

"It's at 12" he says and I sit up straight looking at him. He looks up at me with confused eyes.

"You bastard" I say and start punching him on his, might I add, very firm chest.

"What?" He says, flips us over so he is hovering above me and pins my wrists above my head.

"I could have helped you after my shift but nooo.. you had to get me up so early in the morning. You are so selfish" I say in anger and jut my lip out.

"Emma, baby.. not 12 at night. 12 in the afternoon" he says like he is talking to a baby.

"Ohh" I say, suddenly feeling really stupid.

" Yaa.. ohh" he mocks me. Before he can say anything, I give him a quick kiss on the lip to shut him up. His hold loosens on my wrist so I wriggle them out, shove him on the bed and run away from him as I laugh loudly.

"Emma.... Get back here" he growls playfully as he runs towards me. I run to the kitchen and stay on the other side as he enters the kitchen.

"There is no going away from here" he says and gaurds the counter and I realise I am trapped.

"Hmm" I say as I try to figure out a way. If I go a little in the left and then run out from the right. I just hope he doesn't catch me.

He mimics my ways so I am somewhat succesful in getting out of the kitchen. But before I can get inside the bedroom, I feel his arm wrap around my waist.

"Caught you" he whispers as his lips brush my ears and his hot breath fanning my cheeks. Holy crap! It suddenly feels like the temperature dropped by a thousand degrees in this room.

He walks towards the bedroom, throws me on the bed softly and catches my wrist over my head again. He places his lips on mine gently and I turn my face. So instead of my lips, he kisses my cheeks.

"Kiss me" he demands.

"Being demanding, aren't we?" I tease him.

"I don't care" he says and slams his lips against mine. This time I can't resist him. I kiss him back with just equal might. Just like every kiss, there are sparks and fireworks and butterflies.

When we pull apart, he looks into my eyes. He leaves me wanting for more everytime we pull apart. He lays down over me, between my legs and places his head on chest. I run my hand through his hair slowly, massaging it a little.

"I am going to miss you" he mumbles.

"Me too. But it's just one day, it will be over before you even realise" I don't know who I am assuring more, him or me.