Miss Paulson

Chapter Seven

Theo's POV

It was 9 am. I was walking towards the hospital, as Emma would be discharged today and I was going to drive her home since she could not do it herself because of her wounded shoulder.

We had agreed I would stay a bit at her house today and we were going to watch a movie together, to make it up for our last date, which had been a failure.

I could not lie. My heart was pounding against my chest, ready to jump off it. I was feeling so nervous, I could throw up. We were going to watch a movie together, on her sofa. This was something pretty intimate and I had never been this close to her. Furthermore, we had kissed and I could still picture perfectly how soft and warm her lips were. How she kissed me back, the touch of her lips on mine making me shudder.

Were we going to kiss again? Perhaps do more than kiss? I did not know, but I was excited and nervous about this. Of course, if we ended up just watching the movie, I would be more than happy. However, I will not lie. I had shaved that morning and made sure I was looking my best. Just in case.

I arrived to the hospital and talked to the doctor, who gave me some instructions about the medication Emma had to take. I nodded and wrote down everything so that I would not forget. I thanked her and approached to Emma's room, seeing that she was already up, with some citizen clothes on. She was wearing a black tracksuit and her hair was wrapped in a ponytail. She had no make up on. Seeing her so cosy made my heart flutter. She looked beautiful and stunning as always. I could feel myself more in love with that woman every day.

She waved to me with her good her arm, her other one covered in an arm brace that she was wearing to support her shoulder.

"Skinny black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Hair done perfectly and I can smell your perfume from here. Yet, here I am wearing a tracksuit, having no make up on and an arm brace... I can only say that this is unfair, Theo" she commented as she looked at me from toes to head, her eyes shining.

I grinned, feeling a bit embarrassed and thinking maybe I should have dressed more casual. To match her.

"Non sense, miss Paulson. You look marvellous. A casual look is most times better than an elaborated one" I chuckled when I saw her arching eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders. I was not lying!

"A casual look sometimes is actually quite elaborated, dear." She smirked at me and approached to me, pecking a soft kiss on my cheek "Let's go, you can take my key cars from my pant's pocket".

I nodded, putting my hands up as if surrending, giggling. When I heard her asking me to take the keys from her pant's pocket, I thought she could do it herself, hence not both of her arms were injured. But I said nothing. I knew she was doing it purposefully.

I took the car keys from her pocket and smiled, pecking a kiss on her cheek too. We got out of the hospital and entered her car. I put my seat belt on and then hers and I started to drive her car. She had told me where her house was and I knew it was on the country side, I had been on that area before.

"Have you thought about what movie you want to watch, Emma?" I asked, looking at her through the car's mirror.

"I haven't. I think we should both decide and not just me." She commented, looking through the window. "Thank you for everything. For accompanying me to the hospital and for being with me. I really appreciate it".

I nodded to her first words and smiled to the second ones. A question I had thought about before came to my mind, but I was not sure if I should ask her. When I was in the hospital, I noticed that I was the only one there. There were no parents, siblings or any family. Nor friends. That was peculiar. Maybe her parents were not here anymore, but didn't Emma have any family? Or friends?

"Emma, can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to..."

"Okay... go ahead" she replied in a nervous tone. She looked over to me to pay full attention to my question and I swallowed.

"While I was waiting for you in the hospital, I couldn't help it but to notice I was the only one... Why didn't anyone from your family came? Or any friends?"

Emma did not seem surprised with the question, however I could feel her tense. She was playing with her hands, a fake smile forming on her lips. After exhaling deeply, she finally answered.

"Uhm, my parents are dead. The rest of my family doesn't speak with me. Regarding friends, I am not a very sociable person, I prefer to be on my own." She was stiff as a rock, the only movement from her body being her hands which she kept playing with.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, I shouldn't have asked..." I said, wondering why her family did not speak with her, but not asking. We weren't that close yet and I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. "Thank you for socializing with me".

She started to laugh out loud and kicked my arm, making me frown funnily.

"Thank you for socializing with me" she mocked me, shaking her head funnily "You're adorable, you know?"

I looked at her funnily and parked the car where she told me to "You are adorable, miss Paulson". I took off her belt and then mine and got out of the car.

Her house was magnificent. She had a forest that was all hers and then a really beautiful house. It was not huge but since she lived alone, it was perfectly good for her.

As I entered it, a cat came running to us meowing. I chuckled and kneeled, caressing the animal softly, but he only had eyes for Emma and completely ignored me.

"What's the name of this beautiful animal?" I asked, smiling softly as I saw her holding him and kiss his cheeks.

"Mous" she said in a soft and tender voice, rubbing her nose on Mous' nose. That was cute.

"Mous? I don't think mouses would find that name appropriate" he commented funnily, realising he was embarrassing and not funny though "Sorry, I am absolutely ridiculous, ain't I?" He asked, shy.

"Absolutely, but I like you this way" she put the cat down and commented "There's a really nice woman that comes here everyday to clean and organize the house and she always feeds him. I'm so thankful, if it wasn't for her, he'd be starving today since I was in the hospital".

I chuckled and then nodded softly, following her to the living room. The division was big and had a very comfortable grey sofa on. Her TV was huge and I could see some paintings on the walls. There was also a bookshelve full of books and I felt myself attracted to that.

Stephen King, Haruki Murakami, Margaret Atwood, Jane Austen... All authors I loved. I was about to state that when I felt an arm wrapping around my waist. Her body was against my back and I could feel her breasts pressed against it.

I felt her arm sneaking inside my shirt and rubbing my tummy, my chest and nipples. My breath started to accelerate and I was frozen for some seconds.

"I-I... These authors, they're amazing" I said in a husky and trembling voice, my loud and heavy breath interfering.

"Yes, they are" She murmured at my ear, her lips on my neck now, kissing it slowly. When I felt her tongue there, I led  out a small sound of pleasure. I turned around and started to kiss her lips desperately, as if I was starving for them. Which I frankly was.

Her fingers were digged in my back and as I devoured her lips and mouth, I felt my shirt being taken off. I took her hoodie off too, doing it carefully and slowly, not to hurt her shoulder.

We both were trembling with desire, our heavy breaths and moans filling her living room.

The sky was getting grey and darker, the trees' branches dancing convulsively as the wind started to blow more intensely. Yet all that I was aware of was Emma and her body.