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He slams into me a couple more times and at the same time I tilt my hips back which is what sets me off. I can no longer hold myself up, falling against his chest, causing him to move the hand between my legs to wrap it around the back of my neck.
“Kiss me, Emmy,” he begs, his hips starting to stutter. I lift my head enough to capture his lips with mine. He thrusts into me once more, finishing before going still.
I give a chaste kiss and then lay my head on his shoulder, listening to his racing heart and labored breathing. Spencer reaches down to my behind and carefully pulls the plug out, tossing it to the side. I wince at the loss, but he starts rubbing up and down my back, slowly, almost lulling me into sleep.
I feel his lips against my hair, “Let me get up to grab something to clean us up.”
He gently rolls me off of him, before heading to the bathroom. I don’t move from my position, too exhausted to even try. Startled by a warm rag against my sensitive skin, I realize I must have dozed off.
“Sorry, Shortstack. I didn’t think you’d fallen asleep.”
“It’s okay. I should go to the bathroom anyway. I’ll be right back.”
I flip on the bathroom light and when I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I’m surprised by how serene my face appears.
Yes, my hair is wild and tangled, and I’m flushed from my cheeks to my chest, but my eyes are almost peaceful. It’s weird and yet, I like it.
I use the bathroom, wash my hands, and brush my hair out quickly before heading back to bed. When I enter the room, I note he’s cleaned everything up, placed the kit back in my bag, and has made himself comfortable in the bed.
I walk over, climbing in and place myself directly next to him with my head on his chest and right arm thrown over his waist.I peek up. “Thank you for tonight. For this trip in general. It’s exactly what I needed. And more than I could have ever hoped for.”
“No. Thank you. For trusting me enough to bring you out to the middle of nowhere and to be pretty much cut off from the outside world. And also for what we just did. It means the world to me that you trust me enough to ask for what you want.”
Emotions bubble up and all I can do is nod. He picks up on it and kisses my head before rubbing my back again. And the last thing I remember before passing out is Spencer whispering, “I love you, Emmaline.”
Chapter 34
Spencer
This morning, I laid awake for an hour listening to Emmy snoring softly.
She’d be embarrassed by just how much she actually snores throughout the night, which is why I’ll never tell her. Sure, I’ll joke about it and about how much she drools because the panicked look of disbelief on her face is one of my favorites.
Much like the face she made when I dropped the love bomb on her. Internally I was panicking too. No part of this weekend’s plan involved me telling her that I loved her. But in that moment being out of breath from our food fight, covered in brownie batter, seeing the pure joy radiating from her, and then hearing her laugh as we looked around at the mess we made, pulled it out of me.
It slipped out and somehow the moment felt right which is why I don’t regret saying it. Nor did it hurt my feelings when I saw the million and one thoughts running through her head and realized she wouldn’t be saying it back. I didn’t expect her to.
Emmaline has always been the type of woman who needs to think through big decisions—almost to an obsessive point but it’s endearing how much she cares—regarding her emotions before talking to her best friends about it. I will wait for as longas she needs, if it means I’ll get to hear those words come out of her mouth.
After another hike out on the trails and a late lunch, we cleaned, packed up, and headed back to Meadow Springs. As we got further away from the cabin, both of our phones started blowing up. Mine much less than hers, since I’d made sure to tell my parents and B that I’d be out of reach. So my messages from them weren’t anything urgent.
But since Emmy isn’t on the best of terms with her mom, she had so many texts and missed calls from Susannah and one from her dad apologizing.
“Is it sad that I feel guilty for being so upset with her?” she asks me.
“No. Especially not when your relationship wasn’t at 100% because of Chance’s interference. You have every right to be upset. But maybe put yourself in her shoes,” I say, treading lightly.
She sighs. “I have, and since I’m so much like her . . . I can’t lie. I would’ve done the same thing. I don’t want to be mad at her anymore.”
“Then call her back. Tell her all of that.”
Shaking her head, she says, “No. I need to do it in person. I’ll visit her this week.”
We don’t speak for the rest of the drive—both lost in our own thoughts. Until the Meadow Springs welcome sign comes into view. “Oooh,” she says with excitement. “We’re back in time for the tree lighting ceremony in town square. Can we go and then go get dessert at Edie’s Eats?”
I glance in her direction, her hands are clasped together, bottom lip poking out, and those beautiful brown eyes are wider than I’ve ever seen them. “How am I supposed to say no when you look like that?”
She smirks. “You’re not. So . . .?”
