"I will," I say.
Emma and her friend exchange a look.
Then Kaylee leaves.
And I get all of Emma's attention.
"I got you something too," she says.
"Yeah?"
She nods and grabs something from the drawer. Then she sets a box of condoms on the counter.
I can't help but laugh. "That's for me?"
"Yeah."
"Not us?"
"'I got you something' sounds so much better than 'I got us something.'"
I bring my hand to her hip. "Either way, I love it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you shouldn't have."
"Hmm?"
"That one doesn't work here."
"It really doesn't."
My fingers curl into her skin as I kiss her. She tastes so fucking good and I can feel all this need pouring between us.
It's been too long.
I need to touch her.
To make her come.
To make love to her.
All that cheesy that only exists in pop songs.
She sighs as she breaks our kiss. "Give me a minute. I want to change."
"You look gorgeous." Too gorgeous. I'm ready to tear off her jeans.
"Even so." She grabs the box of condoms and takes a step backward. "Pour a… a drink, I guess."
"Water is a drink."
"Okay." She laughs. "Pour a water." She spins on her heels and disappears down the hallway.
It's sweet, her wanting to make this special.
But it's not necessary.