‘Shh,’ she whispered, her breath hot in his ear.
He untangled her arms from around his neck. ‘Emily, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.’
‘I’m not drunk.’ She looked him in the eye. ‘And I know exactly what I’m doing.’
She stepped towards him. Her lips were on his neck again and her fingers on his belt.
‘We shouldn’t…’ he said gently.
‘Don’t you want to?’
He groaned. ‘You don’t want this, you’re just—’
‘I do. I want this,’ she said. ‘Please.’
It hurt so much to see her this way.
But it was far worse knowing it was all his fault she was so sad and broken.
Scott woke to the sound of the front door opening.
Emily didn’t stir beside him. She lay motionless in a deep sleep, in his bed. What time was it? 11 a.m. It must be Miranda back from her sister’s. He jumped out of bed and pulled on his jeans.Fuck.
In the hallway, Miranda was standing by the door to Emily’s empty room.
‘Where is she?’ she hissed.
‘She’s in my room.’
‘What’s she doing in your room?’
‘She didn’t want to be alone so—’
‘What the fuck, Scott?’ she whisper-shouted.
‘Shh – you’ll wake her!’
‘Oh my God – you fucking arsehole!’ She spoke through gritted teeth. ‘You were supposed to look after her. Not take advantage of her.’
‘We just—’
‘Have you got any idea what she’s going through? You couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for one night?’
‘It’s not what it looks like. Honestly—’
Her laugh was bitter. ‘I can’t wait to hear this!’
‘Ididlook after her. I got her out of bed, got her to take a bath. And we went for a walk. That’s more than you’ve got her to do.’
‘What else did you get her to do? Eh?’
‘Miranda––’
‘Her boyfriend justdied, Scott. She’s not thinking straight, you fucking moron.’
‘We didn’t do anything!’
‘Yeah, right.’