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“Is this what you wanted?” She teases but her hands keep doing the same thing and all I can do is groan, my head falling back at the feeling of her hands on me. At least, for a moment, because I don’t want to stop what I’m doing either.

Laying her back down on the bed feels right. Claiming her body with my own feels even more so. And I know in that moment, more than any other time, that I’m lost.

Chapter Twenty ~ Emma

I have to admit, the date wasn’t what I expected. Though … exactly what I did expect I couldn’t have said.

Chris never struck me as the type to take a girl out for beers, after all, though that’s part of what his club is best at. Rather, he’s the type to wine and dine and that’s exactly what he did with me. And it was amazing.

Two days later I’m still smiling as I get ready for the day. I grab the Mardi Gras costume that’s our new outfit for the week and reach for my phone, which is when I remember that it’s been days since I spoke to Leann and Mom.

A wave of guilt washes over me and I glance at the time on my phone. There’s still a little time to make a call. And I can go over there after work. It’ll be late, but it’s been way too long since I’ve been there. They won’t mind.

“Hey Leann,” I tell her as she picks up the phone, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. I don’t really want to let on that I feel guilty. Or that anything is going on with me. It’s just too soon. I'm not quite sure what’s going on yet.

“Hey! It’s been forever! The election is going to be next week!” Her tone is vibrant, bright, and I feel a moment of gratitude that she’s obviously in good health right now. And relief that I haven’t missed something serious. Though it takes me a moment to place what she’s talking about with an election.

“Student council, how’s it going?” I manage to get out quickly.

“Amazing! I might even win!”

“That’s great,” I reply, loving the normalcy of it all. Not that long ago we weren’t sure just how ‘normal’ Leann’s life was going to be going forward. And now, things are looking good.

“So, when are you coming over? There’s a big event for the announcement and I need your help to find something great to wear.”

“I’ll come over tonight.”

“No, not tonight. Mom has an interview in the morning. She has to get up early.”

“An interview?” Again that guilt because I didn’t know about that either.

“Yeah, only don’t tell her I told you. She didn’t want you to know in case she doesn’t get it.”

“Okay, um … tomorrow. I’ll be there tomorrow before work. After you get out of school.”

“Awesome. We’ll see you soon then. And Emma?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be so stressed.”

Leave it to Leann to pick up on exactly what I’m feeling, even when I’m trying to hide it. I just shake my head and grab my things as she hangs up the phone, laughing at her own intuitiveness.

As I’m walking out the door of my room something else catches my eye. A single flower sitting on the dresser. And a little note.

‘I can’t wait to see how you look in your new outfit.’

I blush slightly as I think about it because I tried the costume on last night, uncertain if it would still fit. It’s a good thing Mardi Gras is this week and not next, though. Because it’s pretty close.

My stomach is only slightly different. A little more round but not overly noticeable. My breasts, however; no one told me those were going to get bigger right from the start. They barely fit in the costume. But maybe that’s just as well. It should get me some better tips, right?

I smile to myself, take another moment to glance at the flower and hurry out of the room. If I don’t get a move on I’m going to be late and that’s definitely not what I want. Not when Chris is waiting to see me in this costume … and I want a little extra time to get ready.

Of course, that little extra time is even worse when I’m competing with the other girls who are preening in front of the mirror.

“Wow, they really outdid themselves this year, huh?” one of the girls laughs as they all stare at each other, tugging at necklines and hems to get just the right look.

As for me, I actually like the way I look.

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