Page 153 of There's No Us Without You
Christ.
“Do you need help?” I say, tugging the covers up over her lower half.
All I get is some sort of gibberish, her face pressed into the mattress while she speaks.
“Good chat,” I say, shaking my head as I strip off my shirt and jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
I climb in next to Eden. She must have been dozing again because she snorts herself awake and rolls over onto her back.
I swear to god, if she fucking snores tonight, I’m moving rooms.
Emerson comes in moments later—obviously realising this is where we’ve ended up—and strips off his shirt before climbing in on the other side. With one arm under his head, he sighs, his focus remaining on the ceiling.
I open my mouth to ask if he’s okay, but Eden turns on her side to snuggle into him, placing her head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist.
With a kiss to the top of her head, Emerson lets out a quiet groan.
It’s not lost on me he’s falling hard for her. This is new for him too.
Sure, women throw themselves at him, but nothing has ever gotten any more serious than sex. I should have known the first time he mentioned her that she was something special.
“I have a secret,” Eden says softly as she scoots her arse back against me.
Fuck. I thought she was asleep. And my boner was just softening.
“We all have our secrets, Sunshine,” I say, knowing full well mine could destroy my already rocky relationship with Tyler when it finally gets out.
Speaking of whom, he failed to show up tonight and still hasn’t responded to my numerous messages. He’s not exactly the reliable type, but there’s also a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong.
Now that he’s back in my life, I don’t want to lose him all over again.
It was hard enough the first time.
Eden wiggles her arse again, bringing my thoughts back to her body against mine. “But mine is super massive,” she whispers.
“Super massive?” Emerson stifles a laugh. “And what is thissuper massivesecret? You haven’t made any more bets, have you?”
“No, arsehole,” she says, slapping him in the chest. “I haven’t made any more bets. Just promise you won’t judge me.”
Emerson glances sideways at me, eyebrows raised.
I shrug. “Promise.”
Rolling on her back, she blows out a breath and links her hands on her stomach. “I... have this fantasy,” she says. “It kind of snuck up on me. Remember when you chased me for the remote, Will?”
Of course I fucking remember.
That was the first time I kissed her.
“Yes.”
“Well...” Swallowing hard, she covers her face. “I want to be pinned down and forced to... you know?”
Pulling her hands away, I narrow my eyes. “Forced to do what? Words, Eden.”
If she’s about to say what I think she is, I’m fucking done fighting my feelings.
I don’t care if it’s only been five weeks. Who can put a time frame on falling for someone?
