Page 126 of Stolen Kiss

Emilia

After we got backto the bar, I pretended I didn’t catch the knowing look on Jace’s face or the blush on Evelyn’s cheeks, and ordered another cosmo.

We couldn’t have been gone longer than a half hour, but it felt much longer than that.

Evelyn shot me a questioning look, but I didn’t really want to get into my sex life with my sister, so pretended I didn’t see it and downed my drink.

She let out a small sigh, but thankfully left it alone.

She was only worried about me, but if only she knew how Jensen was with me, she wouldn’t be worried.

After that, the air seemed lighter.

We talked and joked and laughed and drank way too much.

Jensen stayed close to me the entire night, always touching me one way or another.

We shared secret smiles, and it felt like everything was well on its way to righting itself.

Yet I couldn’t stop the feeling of doom that had taken residence in my stomach the moment we’d stepped out of that office.

I had to stop myself from begging Jensen to please bring us back in there, back to that moment when it felt like we were invincible, where we could have survived anything.

When we got home, we both stumbled our way into the bathroom to get ready for bed before stumbling our way into bed.

Jensen was in nothing but boxer briefs, and I was in nothing but his T-shirt.

I would have been wearing panties, but Jensen took them from me when he saw them in my hands.

I knew what he meant by it. When he pulled me close to his body, one arm wrapped around my chest, and the other cupped my mound.

There wasn’t anything sexual about it.

He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow while I stayed awake, replaying everything that had happened tonight in my mind. I stayed awake until I caught a glimpse of the first morning light through the window.

I closed my tired eyes then and went to sleep until noon.

By the time I woke up, it felt like I hadn’t slept at all.

There was a heaviness that had settled around me, and I didn’t know why.

After I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, I walked downstairs and found Jensen by the stove, cooking what looked like eggs and bacon.

My stomach grumbled at the sight of the greasy food. I didn’t think I would have an appetite after so much alcohol, but I was actually hungry.

He turned his head when I crossed over the threshold, a hint of softness in his gray eyes this morning. Despite him drinking as much as me last night, if not more, he looked well rested.

I, on the other hand, looked like one big mess.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, just as he turned off the stove and placed the spatula on the paper towel-covered plate.

He turned and took me in.

We didn’t say anything for a while.

I looked around. “When do you have to pick up Elodie?” I asked.

Something moved in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was. “Not until tonight,” he said, his voice soft, almost subdued.

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