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“I know this isn’t what you want,” I reply softly.

She moves her hand behind my head, our foreheads still connected. Her fingers intertwine with my hair. She exhales deeply again. “Actually…I think it is.”

She grabs the back of my neck, and our lips meet again. This time, the kiss is hard and leaves no room for hesitation. She rolls on top of me, smiling against my lips. “Yeah. I definitely wouldn’t have stopped you,” she says before kissing me even deeper than before. I know I should stop before this goes further, but the pull between us is too strong to resist. She kisses me again. As I tasted her, I knew this kiss marked the beginning of something profound.

This girl is going to break my heart, and I can’t stop.

Chapter 50

Emmaline

Waking up in Teagan’s arms is different today. Instead of pretending to be asleep like usual, I reach up and place my hand on her cheek.

“Good morning.” I say sleepily.

“Good morning, princess,” she says with a giggle.

I shoot up and look down at her, glaring into those piercing green eyes. “I told you not to call me that,” I say, trying to sound serious, but a huff of laughter escapes me. She leans up, kissing me deeply. My stomach drops and my chest tightens. I have this moment of wanting to pull away, but then I relax into the kiss. With Teagan, I feel more comfortable than I have ever felt.

“Sorry, princess, but its fits you so well. Except for last night…” she teases.

“Shut up,” I say giggling and falling onto the pillow, covering my face.

We spend the morning in bed watching movies, cuddling, and… well…kissing. I can’t believe that last one.

After we finally stopped last night…well early this morning…and Teagan fell asleep, I had a major internal freak-out. My mind was racing. I’m not like ‘this’. It can’t be real. I’ve never been into girls. I like guys and I still do…I think? This is wrong. What would my parents think? This is a sin. I have to stop. That can’t happen again.Maybe I am just lonely. I never had this feeling kissing Devan. How did one kiss from Teagan cause me to give myself to her fully? My mind went quiet when I looked over to watch her sleep. I somehow knew I was okay.

This morning, the intensity of last night lingers between us. I feel a myriad of emotions, but mainly a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. I know what I want in this moment, but is it what I want for my life?Chill out, Emmaline. I don’t have to figure that out right now. I need to live in the moment and worry about the outside world tomorrow.

We move to the living room a little after lunch. We order pizza and laugh as Eli attempts to steal slices from the box. We haven’t stopped laughing and smiling since last night. I wouldn’t trade today for anything. As we start watching another movie, my phone vibrates a few times. I finally check it when it won’t stop. I have two texts and four missed calls from Devan.

DEV 1:23 PM

Em. Please tell me you were kidding about telling my parents. Answer the phone.

DEV 1:36 PM

I’m serious. You better not tell them. I told you that in confidence. Answer the damn phone!

I put my phone on silent and roll my eyes.

“Devan is freaking out that I am going to tell his parents about him taking supplements to beef up. I’m not, but I’’ll let him sweat it out today,” I say, laughing. Teagan smiles and leans over to kiss my forehead. Will my chest ever stop fluttering at the touch of her lips?

We spend the entire afternoon and evening watching movies with a few intimate moments between. I pick up my phone to order dinner. There are so many notifications. Missed calls from Mills, more texts from Devan, texts from Mills and so many Facebook notifications. What the hell is going on?

I call Mills to see what’s up.

“Hey, what is….” I start.

“Are you serious, Em? I’ve been calling you for hours. Is it real?” Mills screams into the phone.

Confused, I reply, “Is what real?”

“The picture of you and Teagan making out, Emmaline. That’s what. It’s photoshopped, right?” she says frantically.

My heart stops, dropping my phone to the floor. “What’s wrong, Em?” Teagan asks sitting up.

This isn’t happening. What is she talking about? Picture? Making out? Shit. Shit. Shit. I grab my phone from the floor, hanging up on a still screaming Mills. I open up Facebook to 79 notifications. I click to open them. It’s comment after comment on a picture…of Teagan and I…on my couch…making out…from my living room window…posted by Devan.

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