Page 35 of Breaking Emilee

“Baby, even someone like me who hasn’t had a phone before knows better than that.” I reach behind him, technically under him because his ass is sitting on my pillow right now, and pull out my phone. “It’s been turned off since last night after I sent you that picture. I felt stupid for sending it and worried so much that I had to turn it off.” I say, powering it on and being very thankful that it’s on silent because it starts to buzz as each of his messages come in.

“Why would you feel stupid for sending me that picture? It was hot as fuck Emilee.” He smirks, and my face heats up with a blush.

“Listen when I say this for the last time, please. Because I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m still skeptical about all of this.” I say, motioning between us.

“What do I have to do for you to believe that I’m a good guy?”

“Actions speak louder than words for me, Parker. Do you honestly think your actions have told me the same thing your words have?”

“I guess not, but can you give me a chance to change my actions?”

Here it is, the imaginary cliff from my dream. I either back up, not believing him, or I jump off and hope with everything I have in me that he’ll catch me. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I jump off that cliff in my head.

“Okay, now that we have established that I did not block you and that you weren’t meaning to be an ass to me this weekend, can we please get to why you are sitting in my bed?” I can’t take it anymore. I want to be more than friends with him, but if that’s all I can be, I’ll take it. He starts to smirk at me again and then fucking winks at me. What the fuck does a wink mean. Doesn’t he know that I need him to use his fucking words? Rolling my eyes at him, I move to get off the bed to tell him that it’s time for him to leave, but I’m instantly stopped because he grabs my face and kisses me. I melt straight into him as he pulls me on top of him and leans back. I can’t keep the moan in, and he takes that chance to slip his tongue into my mouth, meeting mine.

Before my brain becomes too mushy, I pull back from his lips but don’t get very far. “Parker, what are we?”

“Haven’t I made it obvious, Butterfly?” He says with labored breath. He grabs my face with both hands and pulls me back to him, he kisses me three times, and after each time, he speaks three words. “You,” kiss. “Are,” kiss. “Mine,” kiss.

Thank fucking God. “You know, if you had just asked me, I could have told you that even though we are young, our feelings are real and not childish,” I say because I could have. I giggle because of the cute, confused face he makes.

“How?”

“My grandma was only fourteen when she married my Papa. I’m sure they had their share of ups and downs, but they are still very much in love. I was taught that age is just a number but that I’m not allowed to date…”

I don’t finish that sentence. I stop breathing altogether. He’s about to say something, but I put my hand over his mouth as quickly and quietly as possible. Straining, I hear it again. Someone is up and heading this way, by the sounds of it. He hears it, too, because he becomes still as a statue under me. Fuck, time is up. He has to go. We move like lightning. He slides over my bed and out the window. Once he hits the ground, he puts the screen back in the window as I lay down and face the wall. No sooner than I cover up, my door opens. I try to calm my breathing and make it look like I’m asleep. I shut my eyes but not too tight and make sure not to move a muscle.

“Emilee, are you awake?” It’s Levi, so I chance it and turn over.

“Yeah. I thought you were Papa.”

“I could have sworn I heard you talking to someone,” he says, looking around. I laugh and try to look embarrassed.

“Just myself, Levi.” I hope he believes me, and I guess he does because he looks a little embarrassed too.

“Okay… you… know…” He starts but stops.

I figure out what he wants to say, I can talk to him, but that’s the thing I don’t want anyone to know. “I know,” I say before he leaves the room.

I turn to look out the window. I hope Parker is still there, but I guess he took off. I can’t believe everything that happened and all that he said. Before I can get into my own head, his face pops back up, and he removes the screen. Leaning in, he plants his lips to mine in a kiss that makes me want to pull him back in and climb him like a tree. “Goodnight, Butterfly. I will see you at school tomorrow.” I keep my eyes closed, lost in the lingering feel of his lips on mine. When I open them, he’s gone. I can hear the sound of his bike in the distance start, and I watch as he drives right by the house. Laying back, I have a smile on my face. I’m his, but now that he’s gone, the doubts start to creep back into my mind. What if it’s all just a sick joke? What if this is just another trick to hurt me?

My mind tells me yes, but my heart tells me hell no, and I’m going with my heart right now. I trust him, and that’s it.

Pulling up to my house, I still have a stupid grin on my face. Tonight could not have gone any better. I feel like everything is the way it’s supposed to be. I feel complete. Nothing can take this feeling away from me. I don’t even bother to change. I just fall onto my bed in the clothes that smell like her and dream of my girl. I dream of our future that starts tomorrow, and man does it look amazing.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

MONDAY

Monday.

This was the first day of our relationship.

The start of a new chapter for both of us.

The day we waited for.

We woke up excited.

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